So I got a quote from the compensation company. Finally! £1900. It’s the bottom of the scale for my type of injury but I guess it’s okay. I did expect more considering the hassle I had to deal with but it’s better than no money at all, or a thousand!

With £1900 it means I can finaly get myself a new car. The cheque will arrive in two to three weeks. I’ll pay off a month of rent straight away which means any income for four weeks is mine, which is good news! It’s easier to save that way. Then a second hand car from a garage somewhere with a few months insurance paid off up front. I’m happy about this whole thing.

Having a car will make going back to work so much easier. I don’t want to work in this town, I can’t stand it. With a car I can work further out without worrying about busses running late or crowded trains. Hooray for good news, if only every day I had news like this! I’d be a very happy Laura

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I spent a long long time on the beach yesterday. And it shows. I fell asleep out in the sun with no sunblock and well, my face is a deep shade of red, my legs burn like mad and my arms have a gorgeously dark tan on them. I was up all night last night being sick and today I’ve not felt too good at all. I’m not sure if it’s still the sunstroke or the fact that I drank about 12 pints of water and ate a big chinese meal, hah.

As for other things, not too much going on as usual. My life has recently become so dull I feel like I’m in one of those olden day films that don’t actually have a point to them. You watch it through and suddenly it’ll end and you’re sat there wondering why you just wasted 90 minutes of your life on such rubbish. I need to be doing something but I’m signed off work still because of what happened in May and I’m not particularly ready to go back to work yet.

I’m hoping to recieve my compensation money by the end of August or sometime around that point. If it’s enough, I’ll buy a car and pay off a little insurance then use the rest to pay for a deposit on a flat in Exeter. This place isn’t my cup of tea and since everything that’s happened here, I have a very negative opinion. Moving to Exeter would cheer me up. Yay

I always wondered what the point of a snail is? Why are they here, apart from to make me miserable and frightened with their scary eye things that pop in and out of their heads and their gooey bodies making a mess everywhere. Everything in life has to have a purpose, right? What the hell does a snail do?

It crawls for 24 hours to get from one side of the pavement to the other. Spends another three days turning back on itself because it forgot where it was going after taking so damn long, then eventually ends it’s life either being eaten by a bird or stepped on, usually by Sam. I remember being out with him one night and he stood on like ten of them on one big long road near his house.

I mean honestly. What a completely crap life.

If re-incarnation exists, I hope I don’t become one. Not only would I be petrified of myself (strange phobia, snails…) but I’d live my life in fear knowing one day a big shoe is going to crush me into tiny snail pieces. What a horrible thought. Hmmm.