Doesn't time fly when....

Gosh, I hadn't realised I'd not posted here for a while, the rush of e-mails has quite literally taken me off my feet. Well, to be honest, I've been trying other avenues to cheer myself up. Moaning incessantly to myself, online was beginning to bore me somewhat, pus my computer is a little sick, so I'm working on my old Laptop which has a mind of its own, especially where spacing is concerned. So where are we, has my life moved on significantly since last I blogged? The answer dear viewers is, a decided no. I received my SP1 form on the 13th October some 3 months since my last pay, so that is still being processed by the DHSS which is understandable. So comes the matter of my final severance farewell, and thanks for all the dolphins. I was notified of the amount on the 8th October, this would be paid into my Bank account on the next pay day. I waited 4 weeks and when no money appeared, discovered that I was broke, I guess 3 months on living on savings does that. So round to the shop Mum handled the questions as I hid on the street, I couldn't cope. So it boils down to this, there's been an error, can you check your account next week. Next Week! I've got bill to pay, a prescription for antidepressives to buy and positively no money. Reader I cried, my exboss could do nothing except email in the vain hope of sorting it out, I went to the CAB. So here I sit, broke, without a job having left the one job I have had with nothing to show but a P45 and the promise of money. Thankfully I have my parents and my friends around me, my self pity turned into a fucking great piss up of the likes I haven't had since I've been ill. And the sun is shining. Life is good.