making many cups of tea, playing with my son, making some jerk chicken marinade and depositing chicken pieces therein, washing up, making drop scones for breakfast, washing up some more
I have been at work since 8am till 9pm.... It was very very quiet so time dragged. And just for the joy of it I'm back for exactly the same tomorrow....argh..
Got home and had a few hours sleep after being up all night and drinking for almost 24 hours, woke up and ordered an indian which was fucking lush and the first food I have eaten since yesterday morning.
sleeping a bit.
finding out the DWP didn't pay my ESA into my account. again.
finding out that all the DWP's computers are down. and might not be back up until tomorrow.
picking up a counter giro payment, following a massive jobcentre freakout, a clueless trainee and a nice lady with a cup of water and a pen to calm me down
having a well earned pint (budgeting means no more til friday)
a minor poundshop frenzy involving an outdoor lantern (battery operated), a bag of compost and some horlicks
despairing slightly less
getting an arsey gp who wasn't impressed that i missed my appt this morning.
the sleeping tablets she prescribed..er.. don't work. well, unless you count falling asleep at 6am 'working'.....
Waking up at stupid o' clock to get smallest boy up for his hospital appointment The last three hospital appointments I've had have all been before 9.30 (the last two were before 9 ffs) and the hospital is 28 miles away
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