You know when life has hit the fecking Doom Switch on you?...I do!
I"d finagled a little breathing room on the old finances front with a look at making Portugal...certainly I"d increased the chances from 19:1 against to more like 50:50 but would the universe give ne a f*cking break? Would it hell!
In the style of Sir Paulie
I came out of my abode on Monday morn to find that some varlet had side-swiped my trusty steed ”Owdeeayfor”.
Poor nag that he is...one of his ears had been lopped and his left flanks severely scarred. I took him to a local ostler who specialises in treating wounded steeds but the news was not good.
My purse could not sustain, of its own accord, the cost of treating my ebon friend and thus I was forced to call upon Stallion Surety with whom I had wagered that such an eventuality would not occur.
They undertook to bear the cost of treatment but I will be required to pay 400 gold pieces from my own treasury.
Thus the likelihood of a trip to Portagee has, once again, withered.
Feck.