God, he's awesome, I love it!  If I met him he'd probably say, 'Get your lazy fat butt off the sofa, stop banging on about the negatives and start living your life.'  He'd probably also comment on my excessive drinking and unhealthy diet.  Fair enough.  But I'd have to respond, 'Not today Dr Phil, and not for a few days, I'm fed up with it all, so I'll start a new life for next week's show.'

Yes, I'm still here indulging in my misery and mishaps.  Today was a little stinker!  The real estate agent arrived and the pool man was late.  She barely uttered two words to us, I was all ready for battle stations, but she chose to be a mute.  I didn't want to get into all the evidence I have been compiling, I'll hold onto those cards until we know our plan of action.  But I least expected some comments about our unhappiness or rathermore our demands.  But nothing.  I wonder if she was coming to site out the house, see if she could complain about anything.  But I keep a meticulously tidy house, and this morning, I scrubbed the wooden floors to a high shine and even sprayed the carpets and sofas to ensure they were clean and fresh.  I had Steve scrub the deck, and all doggy poo was removed from the garden, not that there ever is much, Cheeky knows not to poo in view!  The pool man had the cheek to ask the real estate agent if he could rent the office space next to us!!  I had to bite my tongue to stop my response, I think the real estate agent almost died in shock that I didn't  comment. 

I checked the mail and I had a rejection for the job I interviewed with a few days ago.  Not the recent interview for project management that I really want, but the one before.  I was gutted.  I felt I did a good interview.  Steve and I knew that if someone walked in there with a background similiar to his, they'd probably get the job because of all the analytical stuff involved, which isn't  my strongest skill!  But I thought they might realise that my other skills should compensate!  Either way, it felt like a blow. 

Anyway, I reversed my landrover out of the drive this morning, you have to back out and then turn on the gravel - hard to explain.  So I saw Steve walk over to the bin he'd brought back up the drive the other day.  I assumed as he was heading towards it, he was going to move it.  He didn't.  How do I know?  Because I reversed and smacked clean into it. A huge row ensued.  My screaming why the hell didn't he move it or better still put it back in its place a few days ago, him screaming, how the hell did I miss that in my mirrors, and thank god he wasn't stood there at the time.  Men?!!  Can you believe it??  There's a reason that things have a home.  Luckily just some superficial damage to the car, if any at all. 

So, this is my life right now!  I can't imagine where the next blow is going to be dealt from.  There should be a lucky hit coming up next - then a bad one.  I swear to god!  This is how things are going for us!

Dr Phil, where are you when I need you?