After the nurse left this afternoon, having given me my IV antibiotics, I went out to collect the post. Oddly enough, for this postal area, there was actually post to collect. The post in the SE1 postal zone is pretty erratic. There is much labour union unrest here, and many of the letter carriers go out on wildcat strikes. Some seem to only deliver to half their route, then bring the post back to the sorting office.
In the middle of the magazines and letters was an ominous brown envelope from Her Majesty’s Revenue and Customs. Even though I haven’t been working for more than two years, such envelopes always fill me with dread. But this one, surprisingly, was good news. In the last year that I worked, 2008-2009, I had overpaid tax (because I was made redundant before the end of the tax year) and am now due more than £1,500 refund, plus around £9 in interest.
This will allow me to put away enough money to visit Marblehead when my feet have been sorted out. I will probably also use the money for a piece of computer kit, but I know not what just yet.
Now all I have to do is win the EuroMillions lottery this evening and I’m good to go.