I take back (a small portion of) yesterday's entry.
Turns out that I have finally managed to convince the DWP to give me some benefits (after months of dealing with bureaucracy and years of "I just can't face dealing with the bureaucracy") and that yesterday's letter telling me I couldn't have any was due to letters crossing in the post. Hoorj.
I can't be bothered with the rat about how the hoops and barriers in the benefits system that are put in place to discourage false claims actually don't, since the scroungers know their way around the system like the back of their hands, whereas people who legitimately need benefit are often put off by them. So let's just assume I've put that rant here and move on.
But anyway! The Government has now decided that I'm sufficiently broken that I deserve money from them, and today they plopped £328.43 of back pay into my bank account. Which is better than a poke in the eye with a blunt haddock.
Now I have to go and decide what I want to splurge on.
Just keep on trying till you run out of cake