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Survival in todays climate

Well, times are pretty tough at the moment. Okay – very tough. Very, very tough – but what can you do?

Me – it is all a course of bad luck and judgement. Things I can learn from – if I get the chance!

It started in 2005/6 when our house move turned to muck due to very poorly managed solicitors and estate agents. We lost deposits and houses left right and centre. Pure idiocy on behalf of the parties dealing with us. In the end I had to stand over the managers to get anything done, but by then we had lost a lot of money, and house prices had shot up. The trouble is, our sale had been agreed, so the sale price was frozen.

That ate all the savings – but taught me some major lessons.

After that I had to leave my career working on aircraft because of a circulation issue in my hands. That meant a career change that really needed to start on the salary I had built up to already… A tough one, but doable, as I had always tried to learn new things alongside, or outside of work. My management and quality skills got me into an office job, and a year later my circulation problem was getting much better, so I moved on to a managerial role that had some hands on engineering as well – all gradually building my new career base up and hopefully salary scale.

Things started to pick up, and other tasks I took on helped out. You have to keep fighting and building up your protection, skills etc.

Now it got to a point where it looked like I could start building up savings again. Due to the house move and career change I had been reduced to almost living payday to payday. It was just a stage. Head down, keep going, fight the good fight.

Then the latest bombshells hit (see previous two blog posts  Here and Here). This has really screwed things up in a very major way. From finally getting to a point where we were rebuilding our finances and even looking to the future and sending Alex to private school, to the darkest place I have yet been.

It reminds me of the saying: “A domestic dog is one missed meal away from being a wild dog” (or something like that). Either way, it’s just a matter of days that can turn a life around.

A small chain of events that hit all at the same time.

Still, it is all part of this thing called life. If you can keep your head in circumstances like this, then you can learn from them and be stronger next time.

If you don’t learn from these circumstances, then why not? If the poop hits the fan and you get covered in muck, are you really going to let it happen again? I really hope next time you at least learn to take an umbrella with you!

As for now, I’m just trying to keep a clear head and carry out damage limitation…and learn how to either avoid or deal with it if it happens again.


Christmas is doubly cancelled. Someone is having a laugh.

Brilliant, just brilliant. Not happy with screwing my back up for a couple of months and causing me to lose pay and halting Christmas in a big way, I had to open my gob and look to the sky and ask “What next?” Chris said she’d talk to her boss at the stables tomorrow to see if she can get Saturday work to go with the Sunday she already does.

Well, as we talked about the phone wrang…. It was her boss. He explained that the stables are really suffering with the credit crunch (people stopping riding lessons etc) and he has to let staff go. He said if he had a magic wand, he wouldn’t be doing this, as Chris is one of the nicest people he knows, but he had to let her go. That Sunday job wasn’t just money – it was a way for Chris to be around horses (she loves them).

She’s a great instructor and loves teaching (and riding if she gets a chance), and this job meant a lot to her. She’s really very upset – which in turn makes me very upset (obviously). She is still taking part in the panto that the yard is putting on (Cinders on horseback), which is a good thing – We just need to figure the rest out now.

I’m not going to look up and ask “what next?”. I think just by thinking it I have already initiated the next payload of crap to be aimed at the fan. I’m in a place now where I know more bad news is coming, but I just don’t know what.

It’s all very well having friends and family – my lovely wife and wonderful son… but no matter how many times I count my blessings, I can’t seem to find a way to exchange a few for hard currency. Blessings, it appears, do not pay the bills. Picture? No picture this time – I couldn’t find one to match my current mood.


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