opps, didn't mean to disappear

D'OH, I can't believe I dropped out of touch again........I dont mean to keep doing this, but then I get caught up in the chaos of having a four year old and the finances of a single mother!!!!!!!

I have been very philosphical lately, and meditating a lot, 'spring cleaning' my brain...........not that things in there are getting any clearer!!!!!! But its still nice to have the space and peace in my head for an hour or two at least.

Other than that I dont really have that much to blog......I havent been at work, so not much exciting has been going on. I spent Friday and Saturday on the phone to the bank and working families tax credit. The bank took a double payment out for my credit card, leaving my bank short for tomorrow's direct debit. So, I spend hours ringing them, and being put thru to all sorts of people, and they offer to refund the money........in 7 to 10 days..............what a help that would be!!!!!!!!!! Then WFTC...........they've billed me and Phil for an overpayment of £1530.57. There are a few problems with this thou.............problem one......at the time of this supposed overpayment, the working tax element (the bit that used to go in your pay packet) was going thru Phil's wages.......except we were'nt actually being paid it......AT ALL.......infact, the entire entilement was £3111, and I received NONE of it.........however, they only have my word for that right now, so I have to appeal the descion, and possibly get my son's father prosecuted in the process.........oh YAY! So, I spend 30 minutes on the phone to some guy from their reclaims department who says to me 'well, I can see from this that you only have £20 a month for housekeeping expenses (food, cleaning stuff, clothes etc) so we would like you to pay £10 a month.' D'OH. And the buggers gonna take 6 years to repay.......my £3000 loan is taking less than that, and if Phil doesn't pay his half then I am liable for it, and could face court over it, or I might just pay for it myself, just to avoid it!

On a more positive note, I took my son into town on Saturday morning, and he was A JOY........he was just stunningly behaved and generally fantastic.................and he had a moment that would have made Graeme and Adrian proud..........................we walked into Superdrug and he tried to get a basket (we were only going in for a packet of tissuses!) and he shouted....'but mum, I need to buy lots of girlie stuff!' He had every person in the first alsie in stitches!