Poorly spotty boy

Tom's Granny died today. Aged 98, she had a fantastic innings and was more than ready to go. But doesn't stop our tears.

Next door won't sign our party wall agreement for our extension, sighting astronomical costs to come to an agreement.

Next door have built over our party line with an extension which doesn't have party wall agreement or planning consent.

Then, I have two ill children off school, whilst still trying to do a days work for a local charity.

Squeezed into docs, son has severe excema and needs full on treatment for next ten days. She asked me if I had a job as this was going to be full on. I didn't know what to say to her.

Thanks for letting me bleat.