I think I must have locked-in lockdown syndrome. Is there such a thing? I have a leaking roof and I have a couple of contacts to call to get it fixed, but I just can't face it.
Every time I think I really should do something about the leaks, I just get this overwhelming feeling of no, just no. Oh, I can't do it.
It's weird.
Who knows if they are any good? Who wants to deal with that? You know, be disappointed with dud tradesmen, again. So many bad ones to get through to find a good one. Being disappointed by tradesmen, is to be disappointed by life, you know.
It just feels like too much to deal with. And the rain keeps falling.
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