Monthly Archives: August 2018
I don’t know how I am keeping the strength to keep going.
The latest in the very long list of woes has been trying to deal with nastiness of a so called friend and her daughter. I am still at a loss why they have come out with nasty untrue comments and to do it on Facebook was cowardly. They don’t even seem to realize yet that they have picked on the wrong ones to pick a fight with.
Money is owed to us and a friend so an invoice was sent to the mother which, days later, was chucked into our friend’s hallway. He keeps his back door open during the day which is opposite ours with parking in between. It has been resent with a letter stating that the money needs to be paid by Tuesday – I forgot about Monday being a bank holiday – or she will be taken through the small claims court. They had decided it was okay to ask us to collect a computer and give back the ‘hundreds of pounds worth of donations. They don’t just owe us money for a computer there is other things they owe for such as a mobile phone. The donations we were given came from the Salvation Army shop where we have an agreement of swapping donations over which works as both shops sell. It is odd that some of our stock won’t sell and the same for the Salvation Army shop yet will do when donations have been swapped.
What worries me is that neither mother or daughter will admit when they are in the wrong and it’s always someone else’s fault. What sparked the nastiness was a party they arranged at a pub where we are are friendly with the landlady. It ended up being a shambles in the worst possible way but of course it wasn’t their fault. We haven’t publicly taken sides but having given good reviews online has been enough to anger them when it had nothing to do with them.
The situation has just made me more miserable.
The 3rd August is one of those anniversaries I hate as it’s my son’s birthday. I didn’t mention it to anybody on Friday and kept busy instead. Saturday was busy as we’ve organised a weekly boot sale at a local pub so was there for several hours. We had a good day though and yesterday we went to Whitby for the day. It was a beautiful day and we both caught the sun – we’ve both got a tan as the summer has been hot.
My mood is still up and down so I prefer to keep busy. It’s hard to keep up with things to stop my mind from dwelling on what makes me sad.