Apologies for the lack of typage in the last couple of weeks. I am well aware that nobody reads this, which doesn't really spur me on, to be fair. The house has been experiencing the cold in a variety of forms, which has led to a lot of coughing, sneezing and general malaise.
Well we have made the beginnings of our own destruction; boxes are packed and the world as we know it is being folded, prepped and wrapped in newspaper.
I spent a good afternoon shredding financial papers from the council about our benefits struggle, coming across various bank statements, maternity allowance papers etc that show all too clearly in black and white the intense power struggle we have faced with Angus council/the government in the last two years.
How glad I am that it will soon be over.
Despite the worries, fears and niggles about living with my in-laws and giving my life over to them and their way of living, somehow it is wholly nicer than displaying my private affairs to some snotty woman in an office cubicle. Loudly.
And writing letters to scary MP's who look down their nose at you. And having to fight for a weekly pittance.
It's going to be a re-claiming of the life I once had.
An old friend is due back from Germany over the holiday period and I am much looking forward to her company. It's going to be much nicer than sitting in for 10 hours a day conversing with the dog and the baby. They are nice, but a lot of the time they don't hold much conversation; Tom's discussion always ends with words that make me feel as though he would rather be talking about these affairs with "Daddy" or "Papa" and the dog, more often than not, falls asleep in the middle of my sentences. (No jokes please).
No words of wisdom today - they are all in my head, but for some reason they don't want to come out. Like me today, they are lazy.
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