Resemblances To An Imaginary Schoolboy Are Getting Scary, But There’s No Reason to Take a Cynical Position of Circumstances
I feel a bit like Billy Bunter, the eponymous ‘Fat Owl of the Remove’ of Greyfriars School in the cartoons by Frank Richards. Bunter had many features, one was his size which is not what I am referring to here, though I have developed a horrible tub of late which means that Something Must Be Done. Nor is it eyesight, although mine is not what it used to be I rarely have to wear my glasses too frequently, and they are much more stylish than the huge round rimmed articles that spawned the nickname given to the vile child. No, it was the expectation for Bunter’s continually expected postal order whose arrival was always imminent and was as the basis by which Bunter took loans from his classmates.
In my case, it really will turn up but the problem is when. Just when I assume that the postman may be bringing a little envelope of joy, it turns out that he is not and won‘t be for a while because something has occurred to obstruct proceedings.
And to be candid, I’d far prefer it was not coming at all if I had the chance. The only reason that it is there at all is because in February my grandmother died after an extended illness that was highly distressing for her and, of course, the family as well. I was actually relieved when she did finally die because I knew exactly how much she would have hated what was happening to her, it was the sort of end she dreaded, vascular dementia causing a gradual and foul deterioration and also causing her body to shut down over a long period.
However it is coming, probate has been granted some time ago, but the new thing is that a bank has to have a form signed for some account or other, which will then faxed to somebody which will presumably lead to another form being requested instead of actually releasing the money.
And we really have to hope it is soon, within days because next month we will be having new doors and windows fitted and in August a new kitchen. Not only that, notwithstanding being able to Work From Home I am not in reality earning and every so often have to put on my Embarrassed Hat and ask my olds for a bale out in anticipation of forthcoming cash.
I did attempt to use Internet Business to win a bit of spending money though my Betfair account, but sport being the unreliable entity that it is (which is the entire point of it) that idea was annihilated pretty quickly.
But as always, the shiny side will shine through. I do after all, do Online Jobs and Work From Home for an Internet Business which means that I haven’t been running up travelling expeses and have been able to be there for my wife as she has cancer treatment. These are things that are beyond value, as is observing my son grow up which my dad never did with me because at the time the chance of Online Jobs just wasn’t available, and he travelled into London every day and so left early and got home late. I see at that now, and think it’s insane although I fully realise that I am privileged because I can and many can’t. And many more wouldn’t want to for any number of reasons.
However, when the windows and kitchen are being fitted in the next few weeks, I will possibly ask myself if they night have got it right and I’m the one making the mistake.
Nah.
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