I’m back home from one of my many visits to see my friends in Newcastle. It’s been a bit of a week, lets just say that.
To elaborate on one thing in particular, I got a letter (or rather a series of letters) from Newcastle county council. Before I go on, I think it’s important to mention that I receive a certain amount of benefits due to my depression, while I’m looking for work, so the whole council tax situation was a bit confusing, seen as I didn’t know whether I’d be able to write that off as well. In the time that this was being sorted out, I got these letters.
I opened the letter, read in bold, red text “COURT HEARING” and immediately shat myself with fear. Before reading the rest of the letter I had already decided that it was about the council wanting to put me in prison for not paying the tax, and began running around the house like a headless, economically crippled chicken. It turned out that I actually was supposed to pay council tax, and there was a court hearing to decide what to do about my apparent non-compliance by omission. A few phone calls later and we had sorted everything out.
So, for about 20 minutes on Friday, I felt like a criminal. Glad we got it all sorted out, cos if they failed to make me pay by any other means, I think they may have come round and broken my legs. I like my legs.