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I have a couple of worries over family members and I can do nothing about it, I'm cold and we are living in a hovel.
I know I have my inside toilet again and this is wonderful, but for some reason today all I want to do is cry.
I have a letter from the local impots and I don't fully understand it, I can't remember which house it was delivered too as it had been shoved into a bag.
I have my tax to sort out, and this seems to be more difficult than usual, I have still not received anything from de-registering my business.
Everything is just a little to much today, John is busy working on the electrics and I am supposed to be decorating the rest of the living room, but I just can't bring myself to do it, and that familiar question keeps raising it's head, what the hell are we doing, and why are we doing it again.
These days hit you every so often and you will not be prepared for them. I know the feeling will pass but at the time, the world is not it's normal happy place.
I manage to work out what the problem is with the impot letter,, they want to know the details of the property so that the taxe d'habitation can be worked out. I can do this another day now that I know it is not essential.
I will contact a company to find out about my business, and tomorrow I will wake up full of beans, after all the chimney guy called to day to arrange to fit the new flue, so at least the house will be warm and start to dry out.
These days will happen, they don't last long and I will get over them, but when it is happening, that steam roller is not nice.