Saturday 15th December 1934
Uneventful, happy week is past.
The Tangle is much easier now, of course. (ie. My problems concern only one person – myself – instead of two.) The worry of making both ends meet is still with me, however. Every little plan, every idea I conceive is met with the same gigantic barrier – money. And almost always, that wall is not to be surmounted. Worry… worry. My face is beginning to show it and even my general fitness.
The old inevitable question keeps facing me. “Can you afford it? No”
Tonight, now, I feel hungry, I cannot afford anything to eat, so must wait until breakfast. My bill for last week – 36/- This is a topping place; it will be hard to return to working–mans lodging.
The Tangle is much easier now, of course. (ie. My problems concern only one person – myself – instead of two.) The worry of making both ends meet is still with me, however. Every little plan, every idea I conceive is met with the same gigantic barrier – money. And almost always, that wall is not to be surmounted. Worry… worry. My face is beginning to show it and even my general fitness.
The old inevitable question keeps facing me. “Can you afford it? No”
Tonight, now, I feel hungry, I cannot afford anything to eat, so must wait until breakfast. My bill for last week – 36/- This is a topping place; it will be hard to return to working–mans lodging.
posted by Paul Wilson at 5:56 pm
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