Just a quickie to say I’m still alive and feeling better. I was right, my boss has refused to pay me. I went to see him yesterday and despite me being polite and reasonable, he still said no. He accused me of “being on something” because I couldn’t hear him banging on the door, a liar, and accused P of “getting in Becky’s way with her job”. Needless to say, I was quite mad and was really contemplating ending it all.
So, now I must accept that I will probably not see any of that money (£68). Fortunately, my dad came to the rescue and lent us £30. This at least means we can buy catfood and birdfood and get petrol.
P has started a short-term job working for ParcelForce. It’s not bad pay at £5.50 per hour and I know it makes P feel better to be working. As usual, we are scraping along at rockbottom. But don’t worry. I’m still hoping for better things.