Cold

I am freezing.  As I write this, my heating is on and I am wearing a woolly dress thing with a giant man fleece over the top and I am still freezing.  To be fair I do have a bad cold.  My voice keeps going and my throat feels like sandpaper.  My nose won’t stop running either.  And I’m still going on my gangster night out tomorrow no matter what, even if I do end up dancing with a box of tissues.  And freezing to death while queuing for a taxi home.  I hate winter.  It has been so much colder today.  The mild temperatures did not prepare me for today.  Bloody weather.  Grrrr.

And I don’t remember whether I mentioned that competition for volunteer jobs is apparently as fierce as competition for paid jobs.  So, come whenever I’m put on Jobseeker’s Allowance, I might still not even have a volunteer job.  I still hope that I shall avoid Jobseeker’s by being both properly employed, and having a nice volunteer job though.  I’m still being hopeful it seems.  I just hope it all pays off.  I wouldn’t mind it paying off in where The Situation’s concerned too.  I’m being more honest there now though, but I don’t think it’s changed much.  He knows why I’m freaking out now though.  In theory.  Hmm