The Valley of the Shadow of Debt

The shit hath hitteth the fan, as Shakespeare might have said.

We are officially without funds. To the point that on payday on Friday, everything we earn will go straight to bills, and yet there still won’t be enough.

We spent all day yesterday sorting through stuff to sell on Ebay. I just hope and pray that it all will sell rather than costing us more in listing fees.

I’ve been on a permanent sick and shaky adrenaline high since Friday. I feel like shit, but am probably going to get quite thin (clouds, linings, silveriness...)

The great irony is, we’ve managed to get through the last six months with Him temping, by relying on credit cards and overdrafts and stretching our already impressive levels of debt even further. But now, five weeks from the finish line of His first proper pay packet, we’ve actually run out of get-outs.

Bills are not going to get paid. Credit files are going to get (more) fucked.

Dammit, I couldn’t even afford a trip to the supermarket until I won £16 on a scratchcard this lunchtime.

I think we may be officially poor. Which is bad because clothes from Peacocks just won't suit me...