Using initiative

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.

Hopefully moving soon

My family home and land have been sold; we’re waiting for legal and bureaucratic issues to be ironed out before my brother and I get the money. And tomorrow, God-willing, I would find out if I am the only bidder on a bungalow I expressed interest in last week.

This will be the beginning of the end for the chaos in my life. Closure of my family fear of money will help create abundance. For now, I’m surviving.

Tunes:

Kids with Autism

I was on a Discord Server for those with Autism, and I feel really bad about how kids are; these days. They’re unable to sleep, as well as obsessing about all the nonsense of these days. Not to mention the support for the vaccine. However, I can only focus on myself. I can’t change others.

On a more positive note, I bought a new laptop over the weekend. The rest of the bond money came on Friday morning. Alas, I can only afford a Windows laptop. Such is life.

This week, I will be focusing on the PIP re-application. I fear the future, but appreciate the present. It’s all about proceeding with caution. Just like turning left or right at the end of the road.

Sell, sell, sell!

At the end of this week, someone will have bought our home and land. Since Sunday, I was at my support bubble friend’s home. It was the usual time away from the chaos at home. I feel better.

Yesterday, I learned how to install a .MSI package on Windows 7; to put LibreOffice 7.1 onto my mate’s laptop. His MS Office might end up locked; as it can’t be activated. When the Student’s ready, the Teacher appears.

I am trying to bring back memories of better times. On Monday morning, I saw Chatterbox – from GTA3 – on YouTube. And, this afternoon, I listened to ‘Original Pirate Material’ by The Streets. I had no responsibilities back then. However, since then, I’ve grown as a man.

Now, I’m on the hunt for a new home. And I could buy the house, there and then, with no Mortgage. Important to remember; whenever the Housing Bubble bursts.

I fear for the future, but enjoy the present. I don’t want to be vaccinated. However, resistance won’t happen through Parler. Resistance will happen through Prayer.

Foodbank

A life above the threshold – based on land rather than savings – has got to the stage where I require the food bank. It happened to me before, five years ago, but this time it’s in the isolation of the countryside; with my car requiring a new clutch. Without a job, I’m banjaxed.

I feel a bit let down by others. However, that’s how the chips fall. Whenever the rest of the world called Red, I called Black.

Now that I know who helped me, I can streamline my contacts.

A week’s rest

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.

Trying to avoid the news

The news, even Social Media, is freaking me out. I, genuinely, believe we’re in Dante’s Inferno. However, I can only change myself. No more attempts to save the World; while still going to McDonald’s and Starbucks! (j/k)

I feel a bit bland. Having set myself challenges for 2020; the past eleven months have turned everything upside down. God will sort me out. There’s no one else to turn to.

Poem – I don’t want to wear a mask!

The Golden Circle of Ocean Colour Scene

Politicians talking one for the team

Won’t end until there’s a Vaccine!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

Expressing solidarity

with Ruby, Jenny and AP

Twelve hour shift, but only lasted three!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

I want to remember the Holy Child!

It’s a hard, but worthy, task

Manchester and London reconciled!

A bypass full of dense fog

Thinking of an infected Sprog!

Punk by nature, but playing Prog!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

They said that my leader is a whore

While sorting out the de-gown chore!

Left me breathless, contact Jim Corr!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

I’m not riding a peleton bike!

Coffee in a Tim Horton’s flask

Turning me into David Icke!

Couldn’t fit the suit, due to my groin!

Too fond of a sirloin

And a perfect pass by De Bruyne!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

No more open pubs

To hear the bitching about the Dubs!

Davy Crockett, but without Tubbs!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

It’s a cartoon from the eighties!

Too much wealth Monegasque

Sent over to fix Haïti!

A lifetime with Autism!

The Reformation and the Great Schism!

The world’s now just one huge prison!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

Looking for work? They don’t care!

We all now have to do our own hair

‘Cause the Kingmakers are all on Welfare!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

Kiboshed Plans

After just three hours into the Covid Lab job, I was gasping for air, due to the mask, and I resigned.

My plan now is to look towards better money management. I would definitely have failed the Marshmallow Experiment. 😐 But my brother will contribute, more, towards the bills.

For now, I have to borrow a friend’s laptop – he’s my Bubble – and see what I can do. One good bit of news, for this week, is that I lost three and a half pounds.

I prayed, at Noon today, at the Chapel in The Rock. It’s part of an, Ardboe-themed, amends as one of the pews at the back is dedicated to the family of a Gaelic Football Referee. 🙂 But it was disused at this moment.

Training Day

“For a Play to become successful, there has to be bad luck beforehand!” (Orson Welles)

Today, I went through the training session in the assecioning role at the Covid lab in Randox. The work itself seems simple enough. However, life in the major obstacle.

  1. I arrived three hours early due to my anxiety levels being through the roof.
  2. I found it well-nigh impossible to pay attention to the class. The demonstration and practice runs were Godsends.
  3. I was lost at the main car park; trying to find my car – parked elsewhere. Had it not been for my walking-stick, I would have fallen and broken my spine. (insurance mightn’t have covered me) It’s probably part of my autism; digging ones toes in when walking due to sensitive feet.
  4. The roads are frosty, and my local roads wouldn’t be gritted. I’m learning new driving skills as I go along, but the longer I drive the more nervous I become. (I can’t afford to make a claim)

Living in the moment can be a thankless task for myself. But I have an understanding group of people on my side.