Two Funerals And An Appointment (No Weddings)

Hello, dear readers,

It’s been a busy old week, especially considering it’s only Wednesday. It’s not even looking like it’s going to let up that much in the next couple of days, either.

Not that I’m complaining all that much. I mean it makes the time fly on by (It’s almost the end of January already?!?!?) and I guess it keeps me out of trouble. The truth is that the last three days in particular, have seen trying times.

I’ll explain.

We’ll start with Monday, a day I’ve been dreading for the best part of two weeks.

This was the day of the video call. Part of the forced move from heritage benefits to Universal Credits. If you’re a reader of the blog then you might remember me stressing about it in last week’s offering. If not you can read about it here.

The Waiting Game

Hello, dear readers,

Yes, once again, after Tina’s fray into matters of a criminal nature, it’s little old me (Mark) in the driving seat.

You lucky, lucky people.

But what of today’s subject matter I hear you cry (if I strain my hearing and stretch my credulity just a tad). Well that boils down to matters financial.

Murder, She Writes

Hello, dear readers,

After much debate and persuasion, and a poorly(ish) Mark, I volunteered to write this week, so here goes.

It's not very often that my big sister and I have some quality time together. We do see each other fairly often, and speak most days, but a couple of weekends ago - we actually went 'out out'.

Where did you go? I hear you asking. Well …

Resolve Face!

Hello, dear readers,

And a Happy New Year one and all!

I hope you all had a good festive period. I hope Santa brought all you good girls and boys lots of lovely pressies, and you’ve suitably gorged yourselves on mince pies, chocolate, enough turkey to sink a small navy, and, of course, a piece or three of Stollen.

I know I have.

Coupled with the obligatory booze (although the customary drop of port didn’t actually happen in our house until well into the new year. I’m talking a mere two days ago!) it’s meant the yearly pledge to drop a bit of timber is getting off to a rocky start, one that, going by the two boxes of mince pies, left over choccies, port, & bourbon, may not improve all that soon.

Still, it is the season for new starts, so, in a faintly reminiscent fashion why don’t we talk about that.