30th September, 2020.
Right …
After some six hours?
My mystery visitor went.
I’d been phoning the police since he turned up at four in the morning.
He finally heard me phoning them at about ten: that was when he kicked off, making all kind of threats …
And wondered off, after not being to get through the door.
I’m thankful.
The disappointing thing about it?
Is simply this.
The police turned up at five: and couldn’t get into the building. Despite being told that I’d be up, and would answer the door.
I had a menacing looking drunk sleeping on my doorstep, after all.
Despite repeatedly telling me they’d be over, yesterday? For no other reason than to pick up the photo?
The police were a no show.
I can appreciate they’re busy.
But the local police only seem interested in headline grabbing drug raids: rather than the little things.
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Going totally off the subject?
You’ll have worked out by now that I’m job hunting.
And that — possibly — that I’m on Universal Credit.
I had a pay raise in April: of an unusually large amount.
Usually, any increase in benefit would be a lot smaller.
I believe — based on what I can see of the online information I get from the government — a healthy chunk of this is a result of the Covid 19 situation.
My cynical side? Believed that I, and others, would not get another for a good two to three years.
That’s sort of been borne out: by this piece on the BBC’s new site: telling us various charities have written to the government … asking them to not reduce the payments, next April.
I hope that works. The increased payments are bloody helpful.
I expect the letter will be ignored by a cash strapped Chancellor.
Which is a shame: that money’s handy!
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