Finally got me money on Friday. Not all of it though. Your one with the face wouldn't give me the previous weeks money as it had been called back into the system. I asked what that meant and she said "Because you hadn't of collected it last Friday your money is sent back and you'll have teh go into the Social in towiin and tell them yeh missed your week" I asked "I missed a week of what?". She said "Next!"
As each week passes and I remain unemployed the missus grows more and more pissed at me. We barely see each other and when we do it ends in an bleedin' row. She's having to work more and more hours and more and more days to cover our mortgage re-payments, loans and bills. I can't really bring it up in conversation as she's doing so much while I can't earn a penny. The dole money I got is already gone. I only got one night out of the money before the missus took the rest to feed the wolves. She can have her hobbies but I can't. What's that shite all about? She goes to the gym or yoga every night of the week and now she's started to go on these retreats at the weekend. It doesn't add up to me. I've always been cool with the missus doing her own thing and what not but this doesn't ring true. She's behaving in a way I've never seen before. She's changing. She looks different. She smells different. Somethings not quite right. I'm getting suspicious. I think she might be starting to get fit.
Last time we spoke, about a week or so ago, she said "I'm Adam Ant that we need to take on a lodger to help pay the bills". I asked "What's a washed-up 80's pop star got to do with our financial woes?" She screamed "Adam Ant!" or more like "AdamAnt!" I asked "Is that cockney rhyming slang for something?" She replied with tears and screams and by smashing a fruit bowl with a giant spatula.
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