I'm not counting - but I think I have been out of contract for at least three months now.
I had a call from an agency this week - "we have a contract in London, initially to April 2018, working on a ring-fencing programme - corporate finance". No part of that call appealed to me. It was a thanks, appreciate the call...but no thanks. I would happily consider a call for comms roles that don't involve Tubes, Financial Services and Pendolinos. Maybe somewhere leafy and green, with nice cute comms messages that need writing - and the only ring-fencing is for sheep / horses / cows / chickens etc. Anyway - not ready for the corporate world again just yet. Last week my gorgeous blue boy Merlin died. I know - he was only a cat. But he was the boss. And over his last few weeks he caused a lot of worry and heartache. He was such a character: moody, grumpy, noisy, bossy, not at all cuddly and extremely fussy. In other words - the feline version of me :). I miss him so much. But at the same time it is a relief. I couldn't bear seeing him lose weight, lose his balance and strength and stop eating. Life without a cat is awful. Even for a day or two. Merlin left a big hole in our lives. So we got a kitten. A British Shorthair - not blue this time (I didn't want a 'replacement' Merlin) - who is a rather lovely Black Smoke. Kind of smokey grey / black tabby. Merlin would have hated him. Guaranteed. Kitten is called George. Curious George. And so far he is the polar opposite of Merlin. When we chose Merlin (he was the last available kitten in his litter - but weren't we the lucky ones!) we were told he was a lap-cat. Which was a downright lie. Merlin didn't sit on laps for at least the first 12 years of his life. He was far too grown-up and aloof for that. I was told the same about George - he is a floppy, cuddly lap-cat. Haha I thought. Sure he is. Well...she wasn't wrong! He loves company. He loves cuddling up. He loves snuggling right into my neck. He knows his name. He comes when he's called. He's a little terror. But so much fun. He makes me smile. Like a loon. He's by my side now - watching what I am doing. Any second now he'll be on the keyboard (makes a hasty Save). In other news this week - I completed my SA tax return. Of course HMRC don't know I have just HAD to buy a new BSH kitten. And due to new changes on Dividend tax...they wanted some money. Lots of it. And not only that - they want me to make payments on account for this year too. Double bloody whammy. And then they dropped a bloody atomic bomb in today's post. It seems I made a minor error on my 2015/16 return. And they have decided I owe an additional £900 for that year too. And as I scanned the letter in open-mouthed shock - I spotted that I have already accrued interest on the amount that I didn't know I owed until I opened the post this afternoon. Not only do I not want to work in a corporate world anymore - I want to go off-grid! On the up-side - I have done nearly all of my Christmas shopping - just three presents left to buy. Suck on that Mr HMRC - you will not ruin my Christmas. Though January is going to be pretty shit. Anyway - if anyone was even contemplating asking me for money: it's probably best you don't. I will weep....and then hyperventilate. The Bank of Debbie is done. Caput. And finally... Curious George learns "what happens when I pull this?.."
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