It's been an interesting week or two, and still continuing. The taxman is threatening immediate bailiffs and ignoring his own guidelines with regards to dealing with people i) on benefits ii) with young families iii) with health problems.
THE FUCKING CUNTS!
I am coping rather well considering. I've finally got all the figures I need sorted to fill in the damned forms. I owe them less than I thought. About 7.5K instead of 10K. I can even go in with my figures and force those bastards to do the forms for me if my head explodes too much to do it. And the damned bailiff won't be let in if they 'neglect' to tell him he's not needed, or on any other pretext or account either! Gits!
Took the kids to London on Sunday - fine day out. Natural History Museum was good, apart from the dinosaur section, which was cattle-truck hell. I stamped on the toes of the people behind me who were kicking my heels, and whispered "Fucking fuckers" in the ears of anyone pushing past in that claustrophobic shithole.
Now I should go to bed, but who knows? Damned moon.
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