Slightly better day today. Poor Steve had to go back to work after his week off, and so I set my alarm so that I could call him and make sure he got out of bed on time. Which worked well. Unfortunately he didn't have a good day at work. They've just let all the crap pile up for him to deal with, the poor sod. And then they tried to tell him to do next weekend on call as well, at which point he told them No - it's not in his contract to do on-call, and he doesn't get anything more than his usual hourly rate for it, so he's not doing it. I only hope he can stick to his guns.
Pip took me to the Citizen's Advice Bureau as planned. We had to wait about an hour and a half to be seen, which wasn't bad going really. Waits of three to four hours are not unknown there. They got my form sorted out, the original is now posted and a photocopy is in my file here at home, so unless the Tax Credits department messes up again (which I'm sure they won't, being the highly trained and intelligent people they are) then everything is fluffy and nice and I won't hear from them again unless, once I get another job, I'm stupid enough to attempt to claim again. Either way, the ball has left my court.
Pip didn't have quite as much instant luck with his own issues (which I won't discuss here), but at least he now knows What To Do Next which is a good thing and all he was really looking for. He drove me home and was lovely enough to take my bin contents down to the outside bin (this is one of the most difficult things for me to do) before heading off to see Davina and leave me to nap.
I was feeling quite positive after getting the Tax Credits thing out of the way, so I continued to have a Productive Day within the constraints of my capabilities.
First up, I knew I would have to do some things outside, so I got ready, got set, and dropped a prescription request form off at the chemist, went to the cashpoint, went to the shop for some milk (and an ice-cream) and came home. It's great living with all those things within one block of my front door. If I didn't have them nearby I wouldn't be able to live on my own like this, it's that simple.
Another rest, and then it was online. There's a mobility scooter I want. Not just any little scooter though. This is the scooter to rule them all. It's more of a buggy really. It is... The Tramper . I've been looking at it for a couple of days now, and oh boy, it's wonderful. Take a look at that site, I mean really. This thing has a 30 mile range, it goes through snow, it goes through water, it goes over rocks and gravel and sand and everything. This is a serious scooter. I would pay all my mobility money and then some to afford this - ok so I'd have no money left for taxi fares any more, but would I care?
But it's just over £5,300. Not including accessories.
Which puts it a leetle bit out of my range, when I could get a reasonable little scooter that will take me around town for around £1,000 - £1,500. Less if I'm happy with second-hand.
I put all this aside as academic and instead focused on the short term. Davina's birthday is coming up and Pip doesn't know what to get her. I offered to help Pip look but we come up against a problem. Pip can't manage a son in a buggy and a friend in a wheelchair simultaneously. So I've called ShopMobility at Chapelfield Shopping Centre in Norwich, and they will charge me £5 for a year's membership plus £1.50 per day to use their mobility scooters. Then, we get four hours free parking at Chapelfield for using the scheme, so that practically pays for it. So hopefully at some point this week Pip and I will go with the littlun to Norwich on a rampage, erm, I mean shopping trip.
My brain aches so I'm signing off for now.