I m not superstitious at all and nothing bad has ever happened to me on Friday The 13th.... touch wood !!. Iv been saying this for years and up untill today the day has turned out to be the same as any other day.... today though has been a frikken exception to the rule, got frozen walking to work thanks to a hailstorm, them little buggers find their way into your boots and down the back of your coat no matter how well you think your covered,
walked into a beam showing the Ratman down into the cellar, yep the rodents back and i forgot how low them beams are there s a saying here ' where there s no sense there s no feeling' well i must have a lot of sense cos fk me a bus.... i felt it...
Hailstones attacked again when i went shopping for the old dear and then on my walk back home, i swear to the almighty the Weather Gods must be sat up there bored, pinging hailstones at each other, skipping over rainbows, juggling with lightening strikes just waiting for me to leave work.... " Oh look, there she is... GET HER....."........................ bastards
Got in and there s a letter from the tax man, now by this time they ve got noooooooo frikken chance
them.. you hav nt paid the £637 you owe us
me..... and i m not going to pay it either
them.. well if you dont pay it you ll be penalised
me..... you cant get the £673 you say i owe out of me what makes you think i m going to pay anymore ?
he then went on to say if i dont pay someone will be round to take the equivalent moneys worth from my home....... me looking round... yeah, good luck with that
i went on to explain how my employers son, who has power of Attorney paid me so much a week and kept a certain amount back to pay to them, i was meant to pay a little over £700 tax, which i certainly had and there was no way did i owe them an extra £637... how much do they think i get a fk week .. i know the Island is a tax haven but you have to kinda be rich to reap the benefits.....
Onnnnnn the plus side its friday (all be it the 13th) i m off work till monday, i jumped in the shower after the debacle with the tax man and i m now in my jammies snug as a bug in a rug, its hailstoning again outside but i dont give a flying fart i m not leaving the house again till sunday plus i ve got wineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ... life is goooood