Hells Waiting Room...
I, or rather we, have entered a new phase in our life. The Benefits System. It is truely like Hells waiting room.We started in the Money Advice Shop on the bridges. Actually the devil was really nice, but after about 2 sentences she lost me. I had taken daughter number 2, Melissa, she is so sensible and definitely much smarter than her Mother. DLA, ESA...what on earth was she talking about? The only 3 letter word I get excited about is RIO, but then that was a former life.
Forms, council tax, this was Colin's domain. In my hands it is only a matter of days before we are registered as homeless. She then pointed us in the direction of the district council office, the flames were now heading towards our ankles.
Again the devil was really nice, but after 40 minutes of waiting, my eyes glazed over and no2 daughter stepped in and charged to victory. We had some answers, altough some were whispered for us to lean forward. the she devil quietly disclosed benefit secrets, slowly and quietly so that the grand master did not hear.
Completely confused, i headed west. Desperate to see Colin. Daughter 2 headed home to the phone and started to interpret the findings of the morning.
I found Colin still in pain, but as they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder, and he definitely seemed happy to see me.
normal meetings out of the way, I was informed that hid lung had collapsed during the night. This means that we are yet again back two steps. Slowly but surely we have to work his breathing and lungs back- feet and hands were massaged, Weakest link watched, and hells waiting room put out of my mind. Buisness as usual.
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