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Walking On Sunshine

Bloke has prostate cancer. He's had it for a while, the dormant kind, but there's been a sudden change and some of the new sites are showing an aggressive strain. The urologist says they've found it really early, and it's absolutely manageable, either by an op or by radiotherapy, which needs to be preceded by six months of hormone treatment, which is what he's chosen. Crikey. I don't know what else to say. I don't know what to feel, for a start. Nothing much - my automatic cut-off has been working full on with Bloke for years. A more serious projected outcome may have broken through, but it didn't happen so who knows?. I don't know what to say about it but I'm registering it. This is when it started. 


Apart from that... I've kept up with the walking, doing my thirty minutes a day for the Trussell Trust, did too much yesterday and could barley keep going for ten minutes today. I've signed up or a mental health swim on Saturday morning. 


Latest from our new, not remotely improved government is that people claiming Universal Credit will have to get better paid jobs. . New levels of deliberately obtuse cuntishness, just without the buffoonery and the scruffy hair. Over half those claiming benefits are already in work. Universal Credit is a means of subsidising shit employers and greedy landlords, by allowing the first lot to take profits out of businesses ahead of paying living wages and the second lot to charge mad rents which are paid by tenants having to claim UC. But now that will be lowered so these people will 'have to get better paid jobs'.  Because, obviously there are loads of better paid jobs around, and these lower paid jobs aren't necessary to anyone so it will be fine if there are no child care workers, no bar staff, no waiting staff or other catering staff apart from chefs, no hairdressers, no educational support workers. They'll all be upgrading to the next level, whatever the fuck that is. The other claimants, who are either between jobs and seeking work or disabled to the point of being unable to work or currently ill will also have their UC cut, because it's a flat rate and basically they have to stop being so fucking poor, Jesus, they need to pack it in. So yeah, I'm pissed off. 


 

1:07 a.m. - 23.09.22

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