It's dawned on me that one of the reasons why I'm always in a mess is that I need a room for my 'projects'; most of which are on going and never get finished. But I can't do that because the spare bedrooms are still full of my childrens stuff. the last straw was when the S.O. started moving things in [10 pais of shoes at one time]. At least I was able to stop that [phew]. Mind you, I've just spent the last day or so tidying up the computer room [this afternoon I dismantled the pooter and tidied up all the wires]. Then again, I've only got a pooter cause I was given my daughters old one and then a slightly better one that was my sons. And my ex left an amazing stereo system. So it's not all bad, I suppose.
Banking Bullies! Feeling ignored, and most un'appy
Interview with the economist billionaires fear: this is how we get a wealth tax
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