NO more relationships with 'girls next door'!; - after TWO in the 'Priory Street Posse'!

in the open! Fortunately immediately after the brief
togetherness, I said ‘I feel exposed’ and we quickly got dressed
– fortunately, because 30 seconds after we had got dressed – a
helicopter flew low and directly overhead, missing catching us
at it by two minutes! We had sex again at her place that
evening - making it a record four times in five days - a record
for the last whole two years!
On the Monday the Job Centre at Watford refused to comment
on what were now a letter and two faxes asking for a
replacement P60U form for Julie. We telephoned her tax Office
and they could not advise her any further – so I called my
contact at Benefits HQ in Cambridge and asked for a call from
the exact Section that we had written to at Watford. However,
when I repeated this request in another phone call to this Colin
at Cambridge on the Wednesday, and again got no phone call
to either Julie or me from Watford Job Centre by Thursday,
again I looked at the letter from the Tax Office, we called them
again, and they said ask Watford Job Centre not for an
awkward to obtain P60U, but a ‘Statement of earnings’. We
persevered with phone calls to Watford Job Centre – for nine
times out of ten the answer-phone voice says ‘try again later’ –
and after the usual long delay on hold – Julie was told quite
quickly they would send it out ‘as soon as possible’! I
immediately prepared an envelope with typed address to the
Tax Office, Julie put everything inside it, like clockwork the vital
document arrived on the Saturday 6 th June, I photocopied it,
put the original in the envelope with the other papers, and
posted it off for her. Give it another week, and she should
receive a tax rebate of £700+ which she has waited for, for
weeks, desperately poor and frustrated at the problems with
Watford Jobcentre!
Other events that week were once more few and far between
according to my hand written diary. Julie borrowed my phone
on Tuesday, but was advised that the bees’ nest on the eaves
outside her flat was best left alone. I typed up one month’s
worth of this diary plus the gripe about neighbours above that
night.
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