Countdown to war. What a surprise that Saddam showed no interest in the Bush ultimatum. This is really the kind of ‘history’ I have no desire to live through… but who gets to choose?
My Jobcentre appointment today didn’t go that badly, really, in spite of my being awfully uncooperative.
What I’m signed up for is ‘mentoring.’ It’s counselling of some kind, I guess. It isn’t a Jobcentre thing directly, although we did meet in the Jobcentre. The guy I saw was okay. The first thing he said was, ‘I was expecting a bloke.’ (My New Deal adviser had only given him the name ‘Chris’ over the phone.)
I don’t know how long the course will last, but the schedule is once a fortnight. It seems that for the duration, I can avoid training schemes and the like (a real no-no for me while this house move is in the air). So, things could be worse, although I nonetheless did manage to get a headache today…