Steve from England

So, last few days I've been killing myself blitzing the house of bugs, yeah, I know, it isn't happening but go with me on this one! I've been in all the dark places, I have had webs caress my face, I have seen scuttling across the floor. I've not even wanted to see what came off me in the shower. All this I did to know I am the man, I am the man in charge of his own house, the boss, the kingpin ... no unwanted visitors here. The wasps are OK, they die anyway. Did I mention the steamer? I had that baby squirting in all the dark corners blasting away at anything that moved or, anything which could potentially move, let's not discriminate here. Hey, what do you get if you cross a spider with a squirrel? A spider that'll run up your leg and eat your nuts (ouch) The wasps are still dying by the way The vacuum cleaner at one point must have been like a spider reunion in there, all shapes and sizes, they must have had an absolute blast. Probably met spiders that's

I thought it was simple, search for job, get job, do job, loads of money, retire, sorted! I thought people who had more than one job were crazy. I thought zero hour contracts were for the scum, the people at the bottom of the employment chain who can't get anything better. Less than 18 months in to my employment reboot after nearly 30 years as an unpaid carer, I am doing my last few days of job number 4. I potentially have two other jobs lined up, both zero hours, nothing certain I am really just sick of it all. Always, I knew, get to be over 50 and it is going to be tough but, I didn't realise just how tough. Keeping my optimism is quite difficult now. Remaining upbeat challenging know how financially we're going to be screwed! Something will turn up, now would be good. Just right for me, even better. A role where I can manage my M.E. not put too much strain on my tennis elbow, perhaps have a quality home life and get paid at least a worthwhile income every month. I am pos