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Hurrah!

You'd think I'd have learnt by now, wouldn't you. I've had a decade of things looking exceedingly bleak and then turning around rapidly. So it shouldn't come as a shock to me when it occurs. Only last week I was fretting over whether or not I could afford a variety of things, particularly with a large loan sat in my bank account like a big fat frog of potential disastrous debt. I was also swearing a lot at my new phone and it's irritatingly teenage interface (no, I have no desire to have big brother chat with like minded teens. I'm 29. And grumpy. I wish simply to MAKE AND ANSWER PHONE CALLS. No I do not wish to download that song where that gramatically-challenged bint bangs on about finding a place where she can boogie because "I needs me to party" and "I'm up in the party" and then have it as my bastard ring-tone. Parties are rubbish. I wish simply to MAKE AND ANSWER PHONE CALLS).

Presto chango, I'm offered another lecture this semester, increasing my income for the next few months by a third. Moving me instantly from hunting for coins to sitting back and drinking Sancerre on a gold cushion. Just like that. As an added bonus, I found my old phone. Hurrah!

So should this post have any point beyond me gormlessly waving my good fortune around it is this: crikey, things can't half change quickly. A tedious homespun homily for us all there, I think.

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