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Have you ever had one of those days where it's not bad as such, but you get lots of little annoyances spread throughout the day? I seem to be having one of those.
I had to write a letter to the stupid Prescription Pricing Authority regarding my claim for travel costs from my trip to the Claybrook Centre way back in April. They have a deadline of three months so I explained in the form that I didn't apply earlier because the Claybrook spent three months messing me about. I don't think they read it though, so I got a reply back saying I'm not getting a refund because I missed the three month deadline. So I wrote a slightly snotty letter back giving them a detailed outline of what happened with the Claybrook which hopefully will mean I get my costs refunded to me. It's £70 so I could really do with it.
I rang up the insurance place regarding my broken stereo. They told me to ring someone else. They told me to ring another someone else. Finally I got told to take the stereo down to my local Comet store and they will send it away to be repaired. Why couldn't I just have been told that in the first place?
I was told that because of my age I'm a man and not a boy. I don't want to be a man damnit, it sounds so old.
And it's freezing.
And I miss my Daddy.
I had to write a letter to the stupid Prescription Pricing Authority regarding my claim for travel costs from my trip to the Claybrook Centre way back in April. They have a deadline of three months so I explained in the form that I didn't apply earlier because the Claybrook spent three months messing me about. I don't think they read it though, so I got a reply back saying I'm not getting a refund because I missed the three month deadline. So I wrote a slightly snotty letter back giving them a detailed outline of what happened with the Claybrook which hopefully will mean I get my costs refunded to me. It's £70 so I could really do with it.
I rang up the insurance place regarding my broken stereo. They told me to ring someone else. They told me to ring another someone else. Finally I got told to take the stereo down to my local Comet store and they will send it away to be repaired. Why couldn't I just have been told that in the first place?
I was told that because of my age I'm a man and not a boy. I don't want to be a man damnit, it sounds so old.
And it's freezing.
And I miss my Daddy.