Spent almost all day in bed - getting up occasionally for bits of admin and some soup. I feel well enough to go to work tomorrow, that's something... I only need to do a couple of hours on Thursday - so if I have a relapse, it will be in my own time. I should have bought some lemsip - but the two short dog walks I managed today were enough outside experiences for me.
I've managed to fuck up on my back dated national insurance contributions so I owe them money - a conversation with them on the phone was friendly enough but I had no idea what they were talking about - and the paperwork was in some strange language that might be of some use to scientologists and Vulcans.
Typical really - as I had assumed that I didn't owe anything - I put some cash into a savings account and then later on the radio I was informed that savings are worthless - losing half their value in 10-12 years, and that the absurdly high inflation rate and low interest rates will send us all into a miserable old age of poverty and destitution. If I can put away enough to live on for a month - the smartest thing to do would be to pay off the mortgage in tiny chunks - every pound there is worth 2 after interest.
I'm going to bed to watch Gene Tierney in Laura... might make me feel better.
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