Today I lost 3 hours of my life. 3 long hours I cannot afford to lose at my age might I add. There's a lot you can do in 3 hours. A grocery shop a whole house blitz if that's your bag. Hell a concert a movie some morning delight. Alas I spent 3 long tedious hours trying to sort out family tax. Now I know they are incompetent monkey fuckers in the U.K. but ho hum I was armed with knowledge that this was the case. I expected it to be simpler here. Oh how I could laugh at myself. Nope my claim has cancelled. Why because the tax office insist I have the correct TFN but the centrelink people argue the computer says no. Still not sorted and unless they figure out the glitch will cancel again in 28 days. Then I had to phone CS and confirm I was who I said I was and then they could contact CL and do the same. Stressed? Oh there was smoke rising everywhere although that could of been the fact I burnt my precious raisin toast whilst arguing the toss with a voice on the end of a phone who couldn't give a monkeys if its there fault.
The afternoon improved. I went back to bed with my littlest man whilst the elder monsters watched a movie. Refreshed I rose to welcome home the bread winner from work. He is working away from tomorrow. The moneys good it earns him brownie points but I am still not impressed. At home. 4 days. 4 kids. Arrrgh. It didn't help when he told me Friday after work they are heading to the casino.
I buggered off into the garden to talk to Fletcher the frog mouth. The little bastard has shit under my tree! So I went for a bounce with the bub instead and he filled his nappy. I want my mum. Oh bugger shes miles away back in the U.K I shall have to find solice in a wine glass instead.
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