Dave: 41p. Me: £5.05

Downing Street sent its letter on August 26th. I received it yesterday, August 27th. Price of first class stamp 41p. It's stamped of course by a machine and there's 10 Downing Street on the back which might mean something special. Hence proper First Class Delivery.

For mere mortals like me, first class stamps don't ensure next day delivery. With my letters to way up there, I usually pay £1.40 so it gets signed for. They tell me it doesn't guarantee next day delivery, but it does guarantee delivery.
To ensure next day delivery, they encourage me always to send it 'special delivery' which does guarantee next day delivery. The bloody thing costs over a fiver.

It's a bank holiday. I wanted to my son's letter to get there on Tuesday. I thought sod the price of a special delivery, this is a special delivery.

Only it's not going to get there until Wednesday because today's post to arrive Tuesday left at 12. I was still handwriting the thing then.

Just doing 'signed for' might have landed on the Downing Street mat on the same day but it might have landed there on Thursday. Some risks I don't want to take.

Why the hurry why the hurry?

My letter needs to beat the bailiff's order. I've asked Dave to ask A Woman to ask the Minister of State for Housing (sounds so Harry Potter) to call me ASAP.

He needs to beat the bailiff's order too.

Wind wind, carry my son's dreams,
deliver them with mine
so we can live ever after
never begging
never pleading
never facing eviction
again

Thank You

Oh the draught...!

No money in the bank account. I rarely look at it because it depresses me.

There's a number followed by OD
Oh Dear
Oh Damn
Oh Deary me

I can hear the bankers joy: Oh Delightful!! As they scoop up the interest and call it 'profit'.

Oh you know me, I think of those millions I've asked of the government: Show me the money!!
I think of my bank account: Fuck the money!!

Well yes. I'm out tonight with Issy, she wants to go to a restaurant even though I could feed her like I did Annie last night. Then later Hope is joining us and we're going to an 80's disco. On the bright side, drinks are the same prices they were back then.

Sometimes you have to live a little, ya know?

Why am I posting this though? I've just sent Dave my son's letter. I wrote one too and included my Guardian article. Cost me a fecking fortune....

I no longer like the word 'overdraft' so I'm now going to call it 'oh the draught' and hope Life blows cash into my bank account; plenty plenty of it!

My son's poem...

Money Money Money

I love money,
I want all the money,
I wish money grew on trees,
Some people have loads of money,
It's all about the money!
(Aged 7)

My sentiments exactly, without the exclamation mark.

What I could do with my £100 voucher

What I could do with £100
Go down the pub and buy some rounds
Or down to Simpsons I could hike
Get essential repairs done on my bike

Buy a nintendo for my son
He's been begging me to get him one
He's been baying for the Arsenal kit
And it's his birthday in a bit

I could buy him trousers, jumpers, shirts
Shoes for me, tops, jeans and skirts
Lovely treats for my sagging skin
With expensive labels on the tin

We could take a train, go far away
Or leave that for another day
For £100 is not enough
to cover tickets, b&b's and stuff

My photos could go in a frame
With his pictures do the same
Pots and blenders for our kitchen
Storage for which my heart's been pitching

Get a haircut, something cool
Send my boy to martial art school
I could scale the mountain of nasty bills
Turn them into little hills

But oh my son, this is what I'll do
I'll buy some food for me and you
Organic chicken, Basmati rice
Pricey good things I know are nice

I don't know what the vouchers are for
But I'd so love to get some more