An ominous start

Well it is never as bad as it seems, but at the moment I have boy-flu, yes of course it is only a sore throat, cold and headache, but I rekon it is boy-flu and therefore I could drop down dead or have my leg fall off at any moment.
And despite the boy-flu the laundry still needs doing, except I didn't realise the washing machine didn't automatically drain so I opened the door and made a small flood. Dog garn it!

I'm not a big believer in omens but I seem to have contracted a dose of the blues with the boy-flu and so I am now worried this is a bad start for the year and I am feeling very flumpy and grumpy, especially as we are super skint due to the bank recruitment rules changing and Mr. C only being able to get contract work on the minimum wage. This means that it will take us a couple of months longer than expected to get the deposit for an apartment and when we do have one then we will be exercising our frugallity muscles on a daily basis.

So what I really want is a job and to earn some money to help with that situation and so I can do a little bit of sewing retail therapy. I need to get my little self organised and post some proposals on elance and hopefully earn some money writing. Sigh.