Well it seems like some small glimmers of progress are finally being made. The Artist’s mood seems to have lifted a little and he even phoned me last night – he doesn’t even phone me when he’s not stricken (some strange part of the verb to have had a stroke – Mary don’t hit me). It made me smile for the rest of the evening.
Otherwise, no news on any front. Not on a garage – he’ll ring you back; not on a new house – they’ll ring you back; not on any money – we didn’t receive your claim until the 29th -your letter says 27th – oh – and you returned my birth certificate on 20 – I don’t know why there’s a missing week but in any case your husband didn’t sign the medical certificate we need to return it to him – exasperated remarks about the fact I’m running out of money as the WTC was stopped from 13 and I can’t afford to keep going back to the hospital – sorry we can’t process your claim until the form is signed.
Tuesday was a very bad day. I flooded the kitchen because I was trying to sort more paperwork out and forgot I was running the sink to wash the dishes. Had a huge row with Arty Daughter, then phoned rescue centres to have the animals rehomed.
Yesterday was significantly better and I cancelled my place on the waiting lists – I we are rehoused we would all be so gutted to have rehomed the animals.