Not Much to Say
I’m more depressed than I’ve been in ages. I’m not going to talk about this soul-destroying, demeaning, oppressive government BOLLOCKS I’ve been forced into, except… Read More »Not Much to Say
I’m more depressed than I’ve been in ages. I’m not going to talk about this soul-destroying, demeaning, oppressive government BOLLOCKS I’ve been forced into, except… Read More »Not Much to Say
Video purchase this week: the ABC Murders episode of Poirot, with David Suchet. This one was made in 1992 and, as far as I can remember, was particularly good. (They’re all good, though. Suchet is wonderful.) Anyway, we’ll be watching it later tonight.
This gives me a reason for mentioning the recent news story about the forthcoming Poirot episodes… four to be filmed this year, the first commencing later this month (Five Little Pigs). Rumour has it that Gwyneth Paltrow will appear in Death on the Nile. Suchet still hopes to film all of the original stories! (total so far: 49.)
Read More »Eh Bien, Mon Ami
Got my ‘official’ letter giving the starting day of my ‘Work Experience Provision’ course today. Next Monday it is.
It says: ‘We would be grateful if you could arrive ten minutes early, due to the popularity of this training opportunity, we cannot guarantee your place if you arrive late.’ Notwithstanding the lousy punctuation (there should be a period after ‘early’), the idea of a course which is mandatory—if you’ve been unemployed for 18 months, you get shoved on this or lose your benefit—being ‘popular’ is absolutely hysterical.
Read More »Popularity Contest
Today apparently was the hottest day of the year so far. They’re saying it’s the hottest period we’ve had in the UK since the 1976 drought. (Of which I have only the vaguest of memories.) And… it’s set to be even hotter tomorrow! Wow. Wonderful. I’m so thrilled, I think I might wet my pants. Really.
Read More »If You Can’t Stand the Heat…
This is where I’m supposed to have a long rant about my appointment yesterday. But I’m going to disappoint. I don’t feel like talking about… Read More »Forecast: Morale Heading South
I was talking to mom about this New Deal stuff earlier, and in particular having a moan about how I felt misled, i.e. that this work placement would be waged, etc. She said: ‘Well, they’ll do anything to get you on these things. They’re just doing what Mein Fuehrer says.’
(Mein Fuehrer probably meant Tony Blair. I didn’t bother asking.)
Read More »Der Fuehrer Sez Jump!
My mood isn’t as bad today. I’m just weary of being messed around. If anyone out there has a job for me, get in touch!… Read More »Oh… What-Ever!
I had a longish entry keyed into Notepad, detailing how the Nu Deel thing went yesterday, then I realised I’d have to write about what happened today too… which was an appointment with the Jobcentre manager again, following another clash with the person who’s dealing with me.
But I can’t be bothered. I’m feeling really burnt out on this stuff.
Read More »It’s Official: I’m Feeling Crap
We drove past our new flat today. There’s an estate agents board out the front which says SOLD… and for once, I’m looking at those words and knowing it means the place is ours. Bar the formalities.
That’s an incredibly peculiar feeling. Apart from several brief, abortive periods of moving away to my own place, I’ve lived in this house for just over 19 years. Which is the bigger part of my life. Even worse, I’ve never really liked this house, or the street, or the neighbours. It’s a long time to be living somewhere you don’t like.
Read More »Going, Going, Gone! [redux]
Well, yes, we might have a new home! The flat’s location is okay. In fact, in terms of public transport, it’s excellent. The estate is a bit, uh, mediocre. The flat itself is just average, and needs to be completely redecorated. But it could be a lot worse.
It was brand new on the market, so we were the first to view it. Mom decided to say we were interested. We got a call late this afternoon from the estate agents to tell us the seller was agreeable, so it’s ours if we want it.
As always, for me, mixed feelings. Somewhere just a wee bit nicer would make me feel better, really. But, the truth is, nothing else vaguely acceptable and within our budget might turn up for another six months. Our financial situation is bad. The car’s MOT and tax is up early next week, and we can’t afford to renew it, so until we move and have more spare cash, the car’s out of action.
Read More »Definitely Maybe Moving