February 4th. Busy, busy day. Started out getting a lift to a government office so I could sort out my social welfare payments. Soon as I arrived in, I was told that I was in the wrong office. My lift was gone, and I couldn’t afford a taxi (thank you very much social welfare) so I had to walk clear across town to get to the right place. Which was actually the place I had first visited, that told me to go to the other place, across town. Nice job on the crossed wires.
Got everything sorted out though (hopefully) and managed to buy a little clobber for the house with some money mema sent me.
Walked a few miles today. Stopped half way home to have a beer lunch. Nothing like a few pints of harp to sooth your ills.
I’m glad you got everything sorted out David. Sounds like a ridiculous hassle.