More jabs and one in the eye from the council - FUCKERS

So, Peter had his second round of nursey jabs this morning and he's taken it rather well *touches wood - ooh, the rudeness*

Then, on another note, Mrs B called the council to see what the dangdigereedoo is happening to our sodding claim for Housing Benefit - we're talking over two months now - and they've only gone and completely messed it up. They've got information that is incorrect and, on one occasion, completely untrue. A cheque for a very small amount is being sent to our landlord, and the remainder that is owed to us (and they verified over the phone that they made mistakes and it'll be reasessed) will be paid (again to the landlord) after we have moved out.

Dear dog, the complete and utterly incomparable nitwitery of the council knows fewer bounds than a boundless thing boundlessly bouncing a boundless ball on boundless-eve.

Fuckers!