Under the clouds
Could only sit and wait about the Sandberg application, and no word back from the wallet guy. Terrible mood and easily my worst day since getting here.
What just put the fucking icing on it was getting a letter from the Inland Revenue back home telling me that I had been overpaid Tax Credits for the last year-and-a-bit to the tune of nearly £1400. Most of this was from the previous tax year, so why the fuck did the morons keep paying me this year? Where do I have that sort of money sitting around to just hand out at a moment’s notice? Nowhere, that’s where, and if I don’t have it they damn well can’t get anything. Besides, I’m over here and they’re over there, so they can whistle for it.
What I wouldn’t give to be rich, just for a wee bit.
