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Date: 10 July 2007 10:26:05
Tractor Girl, many thanks for the hugs, and thank you for describing in words more eloquent than my own a situation somewhat similar to the one I suddenly find myself in. What the doctor has kindly granted me is a gift of time - time to think, time to get sorted, time just to enjoy - to do things without worrying about what other things I should be doing at this moment, if I am not to get to the end of the day wishing I had done more.
I did my Tax Credits a few weeks ago - it was a task desperately completed one Saturday - which had interesting consequences. One, I guess, was the argument the next day with my wife, because I felt that having spent the previous day trying to complete necessary and unpleasant tasks (not just the Tax Credits), I was entitled to relax, whereas she felt that she was entitled to be driven somewhere (in the car, not metaphorically). It was more complicated than that, but conceivably if I'd left the Tax Credits for another day, I would have been less stressed, and more prepared to find a compromise activity for Sunday afternoon. (I have to point out, for the sake of completeness, that in the end we did what she wanted.) The second consequence is that whoever transcribed the details from my form to the computer appears to have left a zero off the end of my salary. By some complicated formula, the amount of tax credit we receive depends on how much we earn, so a quite considerable sum of money has been deposited into our joint account. Presumably they will want it back, but although I have written to them to point out the error, they have yet to acknowledge receipt of my letter (not that they ever actually acknowledge receiving any of the letters I write to them).