annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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Oh really
Oy. Today looks better from this end than it did this morning. Phew and fucking hell and that sort of thing.
I have no idea how the meeting with the housing benefit advisor went. I found it difficult as I was expecting to see the same woman as last week, but she was off and I had this really odd little bloke instead. He wrote a letter for me to sign, asking to have my claim backdated to the beginning of September. God knows what the outcome will be, time will tell, I guess.
Up at the hospital I was given my 'care plan' for the next few months and filled in a diagnostic questionnaire. I hate them, especially when the only options are true or false and the questions have more than one component. Like thisone: 'Because you are superior, you don't care what people think of you' true or false? Well, I don't think I am superior, though I do a bit, when I think of some of the arseholes out there, cruel people, mean ones etc. I don't care what people think of me though, except I do a bit, I want the people I like to like me back, so what the fuck do I put down for that? I put false, but now I don't know if I should have done and I feel that way about most of the questions. 175 of them, there were.
After that I needed to go to the garden centre to get some bamboo poles for my beans, but they'd sold out so I bought
this rose instead. Beautiful, isn't it?
Off into town this evening to see Jarvis. Nice long shadows:
and a load of old shoes tied to a wire:
Jarvis Cocker is a great singer and a fantatsic songwriter, but a lecturer he ain't.
Tomorrow I'm going to another Open House Art Trail, over in Hove (actually) [Hove is always referred to as Hoveactually], to see what looks like a fantastic mosaic exhibition by a woman who runs mosaic courses. I've done a fair bit of mosaic, self-taught. Some of it has turned out OK, but I need some guidance on how to do a controlled cut (instead of putting a load of tiles and plates in a plastic bag, hitting them with a hammer and hoping for the best). I'm also pretty crap at grouting. A word which always makes me think of Victoria Wood and that bloody song. This bloody song:
Here she is doing a bit of stand-up - I like a bit of stand-up:
Grateful today for:
Getting two tops for two quid in the dog shop (aka Canine Defence League); nice texts from Dot and Adam; feeling better for having done the benefit thing; a lovely bunch of smelly lilies; a bonkers cat.
Sweet dreams and happy long weekend - both sides of the ocean for once - hurrah xxx
11:36 p.m. - 23/05/2008
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