I am unsure of a lot of things, such as how to re-create the hairdo I came back with this morning, and how baby oil just got the nasty stains off of my steel kettle.
I am most unsure, at this moment in time, of which job to accept.
Three to choose from.
Three with an uncertain future.
I know which I would prefer, but it is the most short-term of them all, ending in three months, when they move down the road to Devon because it is cheaper there.
I have some soul-searching to do, with a hint of fretting and a suggestion of anguish thrown in somewhere for good measure.
