It's always nice to look at your bank account and wonder why the fuck you're over 1000 overdrawn when you really should be a few hundred pounds in credit.
I had no choice today but to venture to the supermarket and shop - I'll quite happily starve to avoid venturing outside and have people look at me, but douglas, my doggie likes his food to be well stocked. Plus I had my monthly pile of pills to pick up from the doctors.
So I just though I'd check my 'bills' account - the one where all my money enters and all my bills and direct debits etc... leaves. I pay myself 100 a week to another bank account for shopping, spending money and other odds and ends like clothes, shoes, er, towels, cushions - y'know, the sort of shit that you need from time to time....DVD's, CD's and occasionally beer, wine and curry.
So, to find myself overdrawn by a huge amount especially when I have more coming in that going out (not much, but enough to pay for car tax/servicing and teh like every year) really threw me. Unfortunately, I nearly threw the nearest person to me as well as trying to pick a fight with the driver of a Chelsea Tractor (4x4/SUV) because he had the cheek to overtake a parked bus when I had right of way. Stupid really, but it's not me, it's the PTSD
So, apparently, those who hold the pursestrings for my Incapacity Benefit had decided to stop it two months ago, for no reason. I had to get someone to talk to them as I just can't do it myself (and I can't afford to break another telephone). Even they didn't know why my money has stopped!
Of course, it's just a government ploy to drive me to suicide so they don't have to cough up my War Pension, which I only get because of their own incompetence (looooooooong story) etc... Seriously, if I didn't have family close by to help me out I'd either be locked up or dead by now as these incidents keep happening.
Really, how the fuck are you supposed to cope with these things when you can't even get dressed or make a cup of tea most of the time?
Fortunately, my dog still has plenty of kibble left and a nice tin of sardines in olive oil (he won't touch vegetable oil etc.... and I don't blame him) and he's now asleep in his favourite chair next to a nice glowing fire.
As for me, I'm at my usual loose end - no will to do anything except sleep and not wake up - but who'd take care of my dog? He'd be terribly upset if he lost his best mate
I had no choice today but to venture to the supermarket and shop - I'll quite happily starve to avoid venturing outside and have people look at me, but douglas, my doggie likes his food to be well stocked. Plus I had my monthly pile of pills to pick up from the doctors.
So I just though I'd check my 'bills' account - the one where all my money enters and all my bills and direct debits etc... leaves. I pay myself 100 a week to another bank account for shopping, spending money and other odds and ends like clothes, shoes, er, towels, cushions - y'know, the sort of shit that you need from time to time....DVD's, CD's and occasionally beer, wine and curry.
So, to find myself overdrawn by a huge amount especially when I have more coming in that going out (not much, but enough to pay for car tax/servicing and teh like every year) really threw me. Unfortunately, I nearly threw the nearest person to me as well as trying to pick a fight with the driver of a Chelsea Tractor (4x4/SUV) because he had the cheek to overtake a parked bus when I had right of way. Stupid really, but it's not me, it's the PTSD
So, apparently, those who hold the pursestrings for my Incapacity Benefit had decided to stop it two months ago, for no reason. I had to get someone to talk to them as I just can't do it myself (and I can't afford to break another telephone). Even they didn't know why my money has stopped!
Of course, it's just a government ploy to drive me to suicide so they don't have to cough up my War Pension, which I only get because of their own incompetence (looooooooong story) etc... Seriously, if I didn't have family close by to help me out I'd either be locked up or dead by now as these incidents keep happening.
Really, how the fuck are you supposed to cope with these things when you can't even get dressed or make a cup of tea most of the time?
Fortunately, my dog still has plenty of kibble left and a nice tin of sardines in olive oil (he won't touch vegetable oil etc.... and I don't blame him) and he's now asleep in his favourite chair next to a nice glowing fire.
As for me, I'm at my usual loose end - no will to do anything except sleep and not wake up - but who'd take care of my dog? He'd be terribly upset if he lost his best mate
how you are honey?