The light at the end of the tunnel is a train... / UPDATE

We're just past the mid-week mark.

The story so far:

Inept doctor writes wrong info on my medical, causing insurers to not pay my make-up of wage, leaving me in financial dire-straits, but thankfully not musical dire-straits.

Somerfield don't tie up their heavy pallet trolleys, and a stray slopes down a hill into my car.

The story continues:

My wage slip has been lost. I can't find out if I get sick pay or a wage, which I need to in order to juggle bills.

Someone has shot our window, don't know why. It's not a rough estate, and we have no enemies.

Three days to go until this week ends. What next?

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Between Kirsty and Elizabeth, milk has been poured all over my pc, inside my printer, and inside my camera usb port.

Next?