Recovery

The Mookmoo economy is experiencing a period of some tentative recovery.

This is good.

And today I finally posted all the stuff I've sold on Ebay, and so did He. I feel renewed and clever, and just a little bit smug. Though it does irk me that the £450 we have made on Ebay would have bought rather a lot of nice things if it hadn't had to be used on stinking bills.

But no matter. I shall dig out some more stuff to sell and buy nice things with.

The Mookmoo mental state is also experiencing a period of recovery.

This is also good.

I sent a rather pointed email to my (disappearing/fair weather/lazy/good for nothing - delete as appropriate) friends today. I'm rather proud of it. It managed to imply that we had been through a period of hell on earth and they should have cared, without actually explicitly blaming, pointing the finger, or using self-pity. Sometimes being a writer is so useful! Again, I feel renewed and clever and just a little bit smug. Which is nice after feeling for so long like a piece of dried up chewing gum stuck to the be-trainered foot of a stinking chav.

Ew, what a stunning piece of imagery! Sometimes I scare myself...