|Me? Blowing my own trumpet? Never.|
I have been doing battle with my ex-employer (the local council) and I have emerged victorious, yay me. The ratbags* decided to make deductions from my notice-period salary as I was also receiving a state benefit (Employment Support Allowance). I checked with the Benefits Bods and the Citizens Advice Bureau and both advised me that my employer was wrong, wrong, wrong. There followed an exchange of emails between the ratbags and I, where I gamely bandied about phrases like ‘custom and practice’,‘unlawful deductions’ and ‘employment tribunal’. After some initial resistance, a white flag has been waved and I will be getting a full refund. Disco Del 1 – Ratbags 0.
(*I should point out that my ex-employer was only a ratbag about this one particular thing. When it came to sick leave, sick pay and early retirement they were helpful, kind and cuddly. So they’re not all bad. Look at me being all magnanimous in victory. I hope you’re wearing sunglasses as my halo must be dazzling.)
Anyway the refund will go towards the new kitchen. If it ever happens. We are still waiting for quotes from a couple of builders. If they went any slower they’d be going backwards. Makes you wonder how long it will take them to actually build if merely quoting takes this long. The other-half is tearing his hair out. I am rising above it. Although it’d probably be more truthful to say that I haven’t got enough space in my addled brain to worry about builders and my forthcoming surgery.
My latest brain melt down has seen me lose a whole box of Tamoxifen on my way home from the chemist on Friday. So I have been without medication all weekend. I’ve phoned the doctor and groveled and hope to get a replacement prescription this afternoon. I will guard it with my life.
In other tales of stupidity, all my previous talk of healthy living came to naught over the weekend, when I slid off the wagon. A friend rather selfishly had a birthday (you know who you are!) so I had to drink champagne and red wine, it’s the law. The next morning was not great. I am back on the wagon again.
It’s still chilly here but on Saturday we put on a thousand layers and went for a stroll. And look, the snowdrops are out!
So maybe spring is just around the corner. But just in case it isn’t and you’re in need of cheering up, here’s my latest YouTube find. The best clip of a cat riding on a sheep’s back you’re ever likely to see. Enjoy.