Thankfully there’s been some movement on the money-owed-to-me situation. I received an apologetic email last night and a promise that the cheque can be cashed without problem and the rest of the payment will be with me shortly.
I should cocoa.
The horse I bought is looking much relieved and I can at last stop sounding like some sort of Victorian debt collector.
“I don’ts cares how many brats you gots living in ee-ah, dahlin, youse ain’t paid yer rent so youse ain’t stayin. Sling yer bleedin hook, luv!”
Ah… a wasted job opportunity methinks.