We got a house, on the second try this time. R made it out like it was the hardest thing to do ever and we got a house in Paddington on the second try… without a hundred points of ID, without 3 tenants ..maybe just with Zaps win. I had to sell my car to repay the debts as I take out yet another loan from my parents. Which is going to be hard because this place isn’t exactly in a convenient location, we’re going to have it pretty tough money wise for the first month or so and then hopefully happier times will be had by all. After the break in, the things that have been bothering the hell out me lately that I can’t mention and all the fucking painful exhausting stuff that happened with R, Milton house isn’t exactly filled with the best of memories and I’m pretty happy to get out of there regardless of how nice it is. Paddington house is like Queenslander sitting in a baron field containing tumble weeds but will be filled with Zap and relations of Zap and Cash Warren so I feel like I’m in a pretty good place right now. Heh heh yeah. T* leaves next week, I’m starting to have nightmares about it. I worry that I will never see him again but it is what it is and what it will be, he’s leaving, the end. There’s nothing I can do about it except for take in what it was and hope to find someone like that to keep if I cant keep him.
My ma lent my horse to a woman to ride. Everything was going well until the woman brought him back the other day and said he was un-ridable. I already knew this but hoped I could hold off the inevitable by keeping him peachy happy untouched in a field, until mother leant him to someone they confirmed he could not be ridden which leaves me with 3 options: 1)keep him as a paddock mate (but I can’t afford it and there’s no where to put him) 2) find someone to take him as a paddock friend or something or 3) put him down. I was completely fucking devastated. I had decided I would find somewhere to agist him and hold onto him even though I couldn’t afford it but it was a hundred earths better then option 3. Luckily though, his old owner rang and agreed to take him back to live in like 50 acres of leafy paddock. a bittersweet victory.
I don’t have a Count anymore.
