It's been no secret that, for various raesons, I've been unhappy in my "other job" as I so fondly call it, and over the past 9 months my stress levels have gone through the roof. Anyway, over the past few weeks I've really not been feeling well so, long story short, I took myself to the doctors and he signed me off with stress.
Such an awful moment, to sit in the doctor's room with a piece of paper on which he's put a huge tick through the box that says "not fit to work" was hideous, I've really never felt so defeated in my life. So I quit my job. Enough was enough. Andy and I had spoken about me leaing on and off for months but I always found reasons to stay, but to be signed off by a doctor was the final straw for me, no job in the world is worth that.
So that's that - I guess I am now a full-time bag lady!!
Oh, and in other news, the car passed it's MOT!