The Community MH Team lady rang!! I had given up hope. She’s coming to my house to see me on Thursday. Please, please let her be both nice and effective 🤞🏻
@purplepadma I’m sorry, but that did make me laugh. Hope you get on better with the tapestry. I have one that I do when visiting my mother, to distract me from her monologues.
I’ve decided I’m going to ring my consultant’s secretary tomorrow to ask if any outcome from my last phone convo with him. I will calmly explain that I am preoccupied with suicide planning and cannot wait June for next professional input. She may just say to call 111 of course
Mowed the stupid lawn. Another good thing about getting rid of that lawn, if I could do so, would be that it might stop people letting their dog shit on it.
Why would you let your dog shit on someone's lawn anyway? And not pick it up? The fuck is wrong with some dog owners?
I love dogs, I've had dogs in the past, I wouldn't dream of letting one shit on someone's lawn.
@purplepadma@sheepnik@RolloTreadway And why do some of them make the effort to put the shit in a bag, then hang in in a tree or hedge. Wtf is going through their heads when they do that? I took a dog out for a walk in the country the other day, she did a shit, I bagged it and carried it home, where I put it in the bin. It’s not hard.
' “The government defends the mean-spirited rules which penalise carers’ earnings beyond £151 a week... then criminalise carers for any overpayments of carer’s allowance. Given HMRC have the earnings data, why don’t they [DWP] just write to carers if they think they’ve accidentally gone over the earnings limit?” '
'Timms called for the carer’s allowance earnings limit to be increased in line with the national minimum wage after it was in effect frozen five years ago...'
@TalktoBeverley How far would £81.90 get you in a care home? Absolutely nowhere. These people are saving the nhs and councils millions by caring for their relatives at home, and they deserve better.
On the train home with my earbuds firmly in, even though I'm not listening to anything, and thus avoiding having to engage with the tedious mansplainer who for some reason is accompanying his daughter to a university interview. He's trapped a less wily passenger, and is boring her with details of When He Was At Oxford.
Seen a fantastic job. Brain is saying to apply in case I can’t continue PhD. Brain is saying thesis is never going to be doable because madness, but could do this?
When my mother phones, and asks me if I've been up to anything, would be nice if she'd allow me to say more than one brief sentence before spending the next half hour talking about every single thing that has happened to her the previous few days.
You know how December is all about mince pies, and the run-up to Easter is all about hot cross buns?
There should be a special baked treat for every month in the year. Why isn't there? Why am I not enjoying a delicious April Cake or Spring Bun or whatever?