I need Help!
Well, you know it’s sales time again, in the UK, I’m sure it’s because they can’t get the few that’s left after Covid and depression, etc, killed off a huge number of people recently, to buy in the staggering quantities that the ones that left did. So the shops are left with a surfeit, of items, and things are amazingly well priced. The general feeling is, it may not be there next year, as in other countries the industries are closing due to lack of work people, and insufficient customers.
This time I chose a new wheelchair, a basic one with special attendant handles, not a beautiful electric chair, just one I can wheel myself. I was afraid to choose another electric fancy one after the strange fate of the one I ordered from China a month or so back. This UK one arrived within 24 hours and is sufficient for my needs, so far. Needs a cushion though! It’s a bit bigger than expected!
So: at the moment life here is about shopping madly so we catch up to the speed we all supposedly shopped at before…. I can’t keep up. It’s almost mad. I’m having a day off today!
I had word from the energy company about reading my gas meter, which is located near the floor beside the cooker, in an almost impenetrable position. I can’t do it. The app won’t let me pay the bill so far without a new reading. Tell me how? I am not double jointed.
I went on and on, changing things, I upgraded my phone contract, amazing, wonderful, back to unlimited everything for a measly £25 a month, lovely jumbly. Only last week at a critical moment I lost access to SMS messages, which are crucial to large transactions.
This upended me, changed the new scooter into a wheelchair, until it all came back together after my planned Easter visit to one of my other children.
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It also led to a strange unpleasant chat to a fraud investigator who wanted me to quote prices on goods bought and feel guilty. It bugged me so much that I stopped explaining about the text messages being kapooh!
She was incensed that I hadn’t verified for the purchase of the scooter, as messages had been sent, she was mystified by my confessions of the new contract going sour.
She suggested I might need help as buying a wheelchair meant I was not able to manage my banking. I was incensed! I remarked icily, “I don’t think so, my son is a banker!” which he is kind of. He does very complicated jobs. She returned totally sweetly, “Oh I only meant I’d make a mark on the local branch so you’ll get all the help you need!” I bit back the obvious return, “it’s my legs that don’t work, not my head!” I went with, “Don’t worry, I cancelled the scooter, because you needed the verification!”
Will I ever go there again?
Can I strangle this would be social worker. Hasn’t she ever had a new contract?
Later I found ALCS had paid me on my writing, and then struggled with how to declare it, with no hours worked — the books have been online for some time — and I don’t know how to declare residual writings 😊 I expect to lose income if I do, which I did. I need help!
N.B. I like earnings, even later on ones 😊 see above an example of my strange writings :)
