A week’s rest

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I have been staying at the home of my Artist Friend – my Support Bubble – since Saturday. I’ll head back on Friday morning. However, I will soon be rolling in it. My family home and land are on the market. My brother and I will soon have a Nice Little Earner.

I hate so much garbage since Saturday. However, my weight has remained the same from last week. A miracle. Perhaps, things are going the right direction.

I won’t brag, though. There are friends of mine suffering. A friend of mine is having Back Spasms. I must remind myself of how blessed I am for my health. I’m in two mind over whether or not to continue PIP beyond this time next year. After twenty years on Welfare, I feel that it’s a mug’s game.

Bandcamp has got me to follow Chris Olley. (the Nottingham Prince) Six.By Seven were a band panned by a Friend of Mine; who shaped my musical interest. But, on reflection, Chris has a Wife and Kids. So, he has a living. He’s real.

Good times ahead.

My right palm is itchy

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And that’s traditionally a sign that I will receive money. 🙂

Not only is there a possible job prospect, but there could be closure on the distribution of money that my gran had in the South of Ireland that me and my brother will discuss with our solicitor on Friday. And, also, my gran had life insurance with Royal Sun Alliance that I noticed in the bank statement that I requested to close.

No offers for marriage, please. I’m not gonna flash the cash; I’m no longer gullible. :p

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Still no job and in limbo

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Today I received a letter from the Victims and Survivors Service offering me £500 worth of reimbursements for trips, complementary therapies, etc. However, I emailed them this morning to let them know I would much prefer a cheque for £500 to keep me ticking for the time being.

 

Also, my Family has money lying dormant in the South. It’s a huge wrangling trying to sort it out with the Revenue Commission down South. However, my ex Landlady from Dublin is friendly with a Barrister from Dublin who may be able to help me in that situation; God willing.

 

Went for a walk and picked up the rubbish. No one seems to give a s**t anymore about these things. Makes me appreciate what I was taught at School.

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