“f**k!” He threw a pillow across the room.
Maybe he could read for a bit. He’d borrowed a book on gas fitting from the library, which a quick look at the flyleaf showed he had to return within a couple of days. Maybe he could take it back today; he had nothing else on, and the book wasn’t particularly holding his interest. To boost his income, he’d toyed with the idea of becoming a registered Gas Safe engineer, but the training, apprenticeship, and cost of licensing was beyond him.
In frustration, the book followed the same fate as the pillow.
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By that evening, Phil had grown bored with the television channels he could watch for free. He wished he could afford Netflix, the movie channels, or best of all, the sports channels, but he couldn’t, so there was no point in crying about
