My heating oil ran out yesterday.
Well, not quite – I have one of those little radio yokes that remotely measures my oil tank level. It's sort of handy when it's pissing rain [like today] as I don't have to go outside.
Anyhows, the little indicator was flashing its nozzle at me which indicates that the level is low. The next phase is for it to shrill an alarm and I want to avoid that as it's a piercing racket.
So I phoned the oil people and that's sorted. Delivery on Monday. I was holding out until this month anyway as the funds were low. The oil will make a bit of a dent in the reserves but fuckit, it can be chilly these nights.
An hour later I got an email from the insurance people. My car insurance is due this month. FUCK!
I went into one of those price comparison things for the laugh, put in my details and it came up with a load of quotes from different companies. The cheapest was the crowd I'm already with so that was fine, except that they quoted a higher figure than was in the email. I think I'll stick with the email.
This morning I decided to investigate the finances to see how I could cope with the oil and the car insurance on my fixed income. Anyway I had to shove some cash into the old plastic to stop any penalties.
Fuck me but there wasn't as much in my account as there should have been. The old pension had been paid in at the end of the month but it seemed to be somewhat leaner than I remembered from previous months.
I unearthed the payslip from the pile of junk in the "office" [junk room] and actually managed to find one that was a couple of months old as well. I compared the two.
The jaw dropped.
The cunts have cut my pension! Not only have they cut my pension but they are charging a shit load of extra tax on it!
What the fuck?
Of course I discover this on a Saturday morning when all the offices are shut, so I have to wait until Monday before phoning them and if they don't have an absolutely excellent reason for diddling me then I can guarantee that blood will flow.
In the meantime I reckon I'm out of pocket by about twenty pints of stout a month.
That is NOT on!