2nd January 2013
Please accept my most humble apologies for not writing to you yesterday. I have been struggling with my health so much recently that I’ve been having to send someone else to the post box opposite my house to post my letters to you, and yesterday a very bad migraine/attack of ME meant that I had to lie in bed with sunglasses on all day. (I have yet to hear from ATOS regarding my next assessment and let me tell you, I’m terribly excited about it. Since ATOS treat ME/CFS as a mental illness I’m hoping that they will tell me that I’m not disabled after all and that I’ve been making the whole thing up.)
Anyway, I’ve been catching up on the news this morning and I nearly shed a tear for poor Iain over the Universal Credit fiasco. Is he terribly upset about it? Please don’t fire him over it. His on-going campaign against the poor and sick will one day show them the error of their ways, Dave, I am convinced of it. Talking of Iain, though, do let him know that despite his many failings with his welfare proposals, Bedroom Tax is now good to go. I have been following an online group of 5,000 hapless whingers who are facing this tax, and I’m happy to tell you that the general feeling in the group is changing from one of anger and outrage to one of despair, hopelessness, suicidal ideation and defeat. Yay!
Mwahahah, my precious one.