Bills, Bills, Bills

Haringey Borough Council, how do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways…

After a whole year of bureacratic hoop jumping, delays and confusion, it turns out that despite giving George over £4,000 of benefit, apparently somebody didn’t do their job properly and George shouldn’t have gotten anything. So they’d like it all back now, please.

I am so glad I’ve never had to depend on benefits. The closest I came was signing on when I got to London- and getting a job the same day so that I had to immediately sign off again! Ever since then, I’ve walked away from a whole number of jobs, but with a full-scale “I WILL NOT GIVE IN!” feeling. And somehow, it’s worked. Often, my life feels like a succession of very happy accidents, and I’m not quite sure how I keep things on an even keel. But I do.

Still ridiculously busy, to the extent that I’m actually having to turn work down, which defies description, to be honest. Waiting for a moment when I’m going to be able to draw breath without having an insane amount to do, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to be coming any time soon…

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