The Importance of Being Idle

Important Shouting That Needs Doing

Today was a pretty cool day. I woke up bright and breezy, and that good mood was immediately ruined by Official Correspondence: After five weeks, the local council has... SENT ME A FORM TO FILL IN! Yep, they've not made a decision on my housing benefit, they've not made a decision on Council Tax (which I have stopped paying as of today cos they're just taking the piss) they have sent me a form to complete! How quickly the wheels of government turn eh? Needless to say there was much exasperation and shouting when I went down to the local offices, but I ran into Jules who was also there for shouting, for much the same reason. I'll say this for her, she really shouts a lot better than I do, its louder, more vitriolic and more personal, although she thinks I'm a better complainer because I am more rational and likeable, and because I don't offend people. We should probably complain together in future, in a kind of good cop/bad cop way. Anyway from there we retired to the pub for lunch-time drinking and a good bitching session which encompassed all of our usual targets and a few people unlucky enough to be passing by at the wrong time. Then I had to walk her home (not that I'm allowed to actually go all the way to her house, her bloke absolutely HATES me for reasons that I've never fully understood - we are in fact FORBIDDEN from talking to or seeing each other) and that was pretty scary. I've never actually walked into Thorplands before, and whilst I know she was just telling me all the bad stories to think of to make me feel nervous (places where the drunks and junkies hang out, where the murders have happened, and best of all the segregation wing of the local pre-school which is actually double barred to prevent escapes...) it was working surprisingly well. So well in fact that I came back another way entirely. Then I was collared by the local neighbourhood watch guy who wanted me to help load a carpet into his car... I suspect that I may have been instrumental in helping him dispose of a body; the carpet was awfully heavy, and the back of his car was stuffed almost to over-flowing with black bin bags. Seems very suspicious to me. And I got invited to a garden party as reward, which I am sure to attend. NOT!
After that I got to chat to Ash for a couple of hours which has pretty much made my week. I really don't need anything else good to happen, I'm set for happiness! Yay me!
Stu called to ask about things I might need him to by for me on his mad San Francisco based shopping spree. Apparently he's already managed to get hold of a CD I've been after for ages, and for only 99c! Thats utter madness. Sounds like he's having a great time. And look, I've restrained myself from a bitchy comment for a change.
Sweet.

posted by BadMonkey @ 7:57 PM