Hmm, first I smash up the car I need to sell in order to pay the mortgage on the flat I also, now, need to sell to try and avoid losing the roof over my dd's head to bankrupcy. Now, I have been visited by a farking TV licensing officer! Well, sorry, in between splitting up with my dd's father, and trying to keep body and soul together, it slipped my mind to line the BBC's coffers evern more, particularly as all that's ever on our TV is Nick Junior and excuse me if I'm wrong, but that's not broadcast by the bastard Beeb anyway. Aaaargh! Paid it there and then, but am still terrified I'll be prosecuted. Shit, shit, shit, somebody, somewhere is sticking bloody great big pins into an effigy of me, I swear. Oh, and just to rub salt in, xp, he of the mortgage-free house and steady job, who can't possibly afford to pay more than he pays for wine and fags in a week on his daughter, has gone on holiday today. Sorry for ranting , just needed a bit of MN catharsis.