Diary Of Some Sort Of Life #33

Thursday, 11th May, 2017


Bloody typical! I just had a call from the housing officer. She, now, won’t be here until this afternoon. She was supposed to be here at 10.30. I’ve got my MOT done though. 


We are still waiting. As an added bonus, I received a letter from the school, saying they were full. We will go on the waiting list. 


One home visit later and one, complete ‘re-application to housing later, I am still no better off than I was. She was a very nice girl but the truth is, not enough houses and even with our situation, we are bottom of a very long list. I have to look privately. I might get help with deposits and shit. I feel deflated. That’s what you get when you grow up in Surrey and think you can stay there, because that where your support is.

What can I say? Hello Hounslow?

Friday, 12th May, 2017.


I just went to bed. After looking at the rental prices, I just gave up. I’ll just have to wait for my turn to come around on the social housing. Concentrate on getting Louis into school. Get all the appropriate benefits in place. As you can imagine, my mood is dark. Bottom line, this country couldn’t give a shit.


I am working in Canary Wharf today so we have decided to have gourmet burger. It never impresses me that much but it’s probably the cheapest thing in the area.


Louis has gone for his sleep over. 

Monday, 15th May, 2017


Louis seemed to enjoy himself. He’s definitely getting very bored though. I’ve done another school application. Contacted the solicitor to ask for all relevent documents from my ex. 

It all seems pointless. I’m pretty much ready to give up.