That's absolutely

The worst day I've had in five years.

Accompanying a friend to the Sheriff Court in the morning, a political argument in a nearby pub with a taxi/property entrepreneur after and an interview with a DWP official for dessert, who told me to forget about mortage relief for 40 week (9 months).

Lost it with both the latter dumb innocents, and will doubtless regret this in due course. I'm planning an escape to the Cook Islands, so may the drones be very happy in a self-inflicted dreardom. Meanwhile, I shall make a career adopting local dogs and kitties, toasting my sun-starved body on a white beach, playing with fishies and cooking on an open fire. You can kiss my ass.