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Hoo. I posted 5 missives to various bigwigs this morning. Requesting to go p/t. And saying why. Now this is the NHS, you watch them trying to get this or that tweaked their way in a series of daft meetings, all telling me masterfully what they think I should settle for. In what? 50 years NOBODY has ever beaten me in anything. I just do wot I do; and ppl can just get out of the way. Well its the start. I know now I will do it all. But I chafe at every obstacle.

Good news. Rick [thats DaDa] has found a possible new job! A gas fitter. Thats good money! Usual problems, to do wiv driving the van. With his record? And then its in blooming Dartford! Who even breathes straight down there? Oh well I said to go for it. And he can then fund his Exotic Fish Business....I warned him to not get a Business a/c cos the banks pressure you into vast loans..which means your business is THEIRS...So I say banks are evil barstards like the IR and the social you tell them FUCK ALL. he says where do you put the profits? I says wots wrong wiv the Post Office? That giro thing?

I have not heard any news about Mr Stevens lately. I know they had the usual gathering of vampires last week and yet an unearthly silence ensues. So wot has the old fool done now I wonder?
Mr Stevens is grandad. And my exhusband. And a walking comedy.