My cleaner didn't make it, at all today, in spite of her promise to come; for presence in my PIP assessment call. And there is yet another form my brother and I have to sign before the money from the sale of the family land and house. My solicitor may send me ten grand, in the meantime, however I resolved the, stonking-great, water bill; in the hope the ten grand arrives.
Only my faith in Christ is keeping me sane; at this minute. I did a decent enough acting role, with the PIP call, however I did tic when trying to exaggerate. The State wants us to beg for money, rather than let it come naturally. A Nation governed by Martin Lewis.
Trust in the divine, because humans are a right shower.