Bugger … !
I managed to have a word or two!
Remember, yesterday, I told you I qualify for Tax credits?
I was feeling pleased: as it looked like — under the UK’s tax collector’s rules — I qualified for a bit of extra money.
Unfortunately?
I thought having a double check with both my local Job Centre — and with the associated help-line — about it would be good.
After all, I’m still getting help in the form of Universal Credit: which goes towards my rent.
Apparently? Apparently, and according to them?
I can’t claim Tax Credits!
It seems Tax credits are replaced by the various allowances in Universal Credit I’m on.
Bugger seems to just about cover it!
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Oh, talking of work … ?
I was travelling home, last night: by train.
Nothing new there, I know.
But … ?
Just as we got to Shenfield, the next stop down the line from Brentwood, someone pulled the emergency handbrake: that forced the train to stop: when the last carriage, the one I was on, was some 10 foot from where it should be.
It turns out the chap who’d pulled it was having a panic attack: and a fear of enclosed spaces, like train carriages!
I’m sympathetic, I really am.
But also mildly annoyed.
I actually went past where the chap, and his friends, were: and could see they were trying to another friend out of the toilet.
He’d got stuck.
I also noticed the very distinct smell: of a very strong joint.
I can’t help but think that — if you’ve got mental health issues that let you stop a train ten foot from the platform — laying off the Moroccan tomato plants would be a goo idea!
Especially if a friend’s too stoned to open the toilet door …
Especially if a friend’s too stoned to open the toilet door …
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