The Bank’s solicitors – Swine – sought Death Certificates for a brother and sister of my granddad; who were mentioned on the maps for the sale of my home and land. However, I made the initiative by contacting a relative – who keeps in contact with my connections on granddad’s side of the family – and also applying for a death notice online – with a £7.50 PayPal payment – for the sister. Once I obtained the Word Document, I password-protected the file (GDPR) and emailed it to my solicitor’s secretary. God-willing, there’ll be no more bureaucratic hurdles to jump.
The purchase of the bungalow I sought has been agreed, subject to survey, thanks to a £2,000 cheque from my uncle; which I promise to pay back. It was for a holding deposit. It’s looking up.
For now, I have to live hand-to-mouth; until my next PIP payment. I depended on a Food Bank on Tuesday, and would have to rely on another one next Wednesday. However, I’m grateful for the option.
Moving is the most stressful moment in life; after bereavement. I can now vouch for that. Sorting out the wreckage of my family’s financial past is long and arduous. But I am learning so much about myself, as I go along.
I thought, as a kid, I would have the dream life. My Adult life was a Nightmare, by comparison, but it has forged me.
Gran, God rest her, was NEVER healthy around money. She grew up with nothing and ALWAYS believed that she had nothing. While I was constantly fighting financial fires, she was blissfully unaware of the repairs that needed to be done to our home, as well as the cost of the entire process.
But now I am in a better frame of mind I can tie all the loose ends over. I know personally how to avoid sweet talk from the banks. 🙂
My brother began Uni on Monday and now I have to hold fort at gran’s overnight from Sundays to Thursdays and I am coping much better. My time management is much better, plus I’m not spending as much shit as I used to as I have disciplined myself to pass the time with my MacBook Pro and Android phone using my brother’s WiFi.
Sleeping during the day and operating at night is better for me as I am not tempted to drive to a 24-Hour shop in order to buy stuff.
On Sunday night I saw the Beatles movie, but didn’t stay to watch the Hollywood Bowl gig that came after the movie because I really had to get back to my place and sleep.
Life is much better now as I am appreciating the effort I made to better my life, as well as my brother’s. Good job, Des! 🙂
Gran is now at home and we have arranged an agreement which works out both better and cheaper than taking her to a care home. 🙂 I have to hold fort from 6 pm to 10 pm every evening, except Wednesday, including weekends. A few evenings I’ve been stressed out, but now I run my domestic errands during the afternoon to prevent burn out.
My voluntary job is going well, they’re mighty impressed at my work rate and how quickly I’ve been up to speed. Today I applied for a local Admin/Receptionist role, but feel that the issue around our Housing Benefit agreement at my place has caught me between a rock and a hard place. The Government here are pure catchpennies.
I try to make my presence known to the world and feel I’ve learned so much from it. More often than not, whenever I go for a walk I pick up the litter on the pavements and put them in my own bin bag. It’s an example of vigilante action reducing dependency on the state. I feel that the slothful are cannon fodder. They may complain about the state banning smoking in public buildings or public drinking of alcohol, but when the chips are down they expect someone else to sort out their rubbish; usually the state.
Back to School tomorrow for a lot of kids. My cousin’s eldest son’s first day in Primary School is tomorrow. Lord only knows what he’s letting himself into. Most kids here are raised in bars and learn all the smut of the day; even a song on 4Music today at 2 pm at the Kurdish Barber I attended today was called ‘Sex’ and had a Sex Ed Teacher enticing teenage boys; if it had been a man my age enticing teenage girls there would be a public outcry.
On Thursday Gran got home from hospital, but she fell yesterday; my brother informed me through WhatsApp. But she wasn’t hurt, thank God, but is awful frail. I went to see her today and she needed to go to the commode and then the cleaner arrived for her mid-afternoon appointment.
I have no money for tomorrow. Can’t withdraw any money until Monday. But I have enough food to do me.
My first day of a voluntary placement was yesterday. I was shown the ropes, but it was pretty chaotic. I’m subject to the Data Protection Act; my lips are sealed. 🙂
Living within my means is still an alien concept for me. But, low and behold, I’ll survive.
Today, I am 37 years old. These past few years have taught me valuable lessons, however by the grace of God I am coping with the life I have.
So Britain voted to leave the EU. Yay! Though there is the issue of Sinn Fein demanding a border poll here in Northern Ireland. Hypocritical of them, since they’re mad looking Ireland out of the EU as well. But it’s time that the English cut Scotland loose. They’re the ones holding the rest of the UK back.
Graveyard blessing for Ardboe today. On Thursday I bought new trousers for this event, and size 38 now fits me perfectly. 🙂 I used to be size 46. Progress, eh! 🙂
Now I am considering applying for a TV show about sleep problems. However the application form for it is in PDF format and converting it to Word format is yet another expense. Their loss, I guess.
I was up at 4:20 am today and did a few things before voting in the EU Referendum; I voted Leave because the EU as I see it is a lapdog of America. Hopefully this referendum won’t be rigged; though I fear it might. God willing, the right decision will be made.
Ireland, Northern Ireland, Wales and England all through to the last 16 of Euro 2016. Imagine that? Scotland will be pissed off even further. lol But Ireland were denied a stonewall penalty in the first half. The Romanian Referee mustn’t like Crosses since Transylvania is located there. 😀 (though Transylvanians speak Hungarian)
Today I am preparing for a voluntary placement. Yesterday I drove to see gran in the hospital and collected her used clothes that needed washing. Then I washed them yesterday evening and the support worker on last night is gonna put them in her tumble dryer. I have to iron a shirt today for the voluntary placement. On Tuesday I got my printer fixed; it’s still under warranty. 🙂
Now I have to simply do what I do every day and hope for the best. 🙂
I don’t get my next ESA payment until tomorrow. Today I had whatever I could find in my cupboard/fridge for me; bacon, chili peppers, carrots and rice. Soul Food. 🙂
Last Sunday I posted a letter to BBC Northern Ireland explaining my situation and wondering if I could appear on ‘Nolan Live’. My story is eventful, to say the least, and I feel that I could reach out to other young men struggling to find work.
Wales won yesterday, but England didn’t. :p Northern Ireland play today, can we create an upset? Can Fermanagh create an upset against Donegal today too? Or is ti too much wishful thinking? Wishing my life away as usual.
PIP is coming to Northern Ireland, but it will be different to the system in Britain. I always feel that those who NEED the benefit money to live on but WANT to work are the ones who suffer. Our Government spends too long listening to those who watch Jeremy Kyle; aka Misanthropic Utopians. 😐
Tonight I am unable to sleep. The past week or so my sleeping patterns were ski-whiff.
I brushed up by CVs for IT work, for both parts of Ireland, then submitted my Southern CV to the Software Testing firm that had taken over the place I worked at in 1999-2000. I’m still in contact with a former workmate who is now Senior software tester after getting back in contact with her via Social Media.
I know that the only way from here is up.