No skootching this time.

No skootching off for me.

I applied for a couple of jobs instead.

If I sit at home I can be my own mind’s worst enemy.
I get advised to relax and take it easy. I have tried, albeit intermittently. Just doesn’t appeal.

I need purpose.
Preferably paid purpose to feel less guilty about not contributing to the ‘family pot’ (of money)

Nobody has told me I have to, things are really tight, my husband’s birthday is coming up soon. I know he’d love to visit a place that has everything to do with a hobby he enjoys.
It wouldn’t cost a great deal to surprise him by making this happen.
There’s just no money to bring this about.

I need a job. A legal and honest way to earn some money.
I’m not hard-faced enough to do anything illegal, despite being desperate.
I don’t think I could handle half of the responsibility and stress I could ten years ago.

I’ve applied for a couple of ‘money for old rope’ kind of jobs in the hope I can just get on with the job and fade into the background, just to get back into the workplace and see how I handle it.