Lunch and afternoon tea with dad.
Article added on the 24 Aug 2015
Most sundays, I make an effort from my social phobic, forever anxious and isolated condition. I put on the mask of 'happiness' and go out for lunch with my aging father. After lunch, yesterday, we drove into Chard to pick up some groceries for him and find a place for afternoon tea.
His tortured gait and very slow stroll had me stopping to do some dream 'window' shopping. The window of a recruitment company displayed a series of posts, locally and I was measured to look. Amongst the dozen A4 sheets was one with 'Cleaner Wanted' Monday - Friday 8.00 to 5.00. £7.50 an hour.
£15600 + my pension of £5400 (minus tax of course), would give me more than the current combined state benefits and pension income of £10140 which I am expected to live on. I would go from £845 to £1449 per month.
My father peering over my shoulder said 'Oh gosh! You wouldn't even contimplate doing that, would you?
I retorted with the adage 'Where's there's muck, there's brass!'
He said "But so undignifying for someone of your professional status and skills."
"Dad, I don't have any dignity or confidence left, It has been destroyed as a result of Police actions.