Some Sheboolah had a thing up on Fuckbook via Newstalk about hospital patients who are pursued by debt collectors. I put a comment about how I was pursued by a debt collector EVEN THOUGH I HAD PAID IN FULL! It was for an eye operation many years ago. The debt collector was very nice when I explained my payment. But when I went back down to Vincents Private Hospital (no less!) to explain matters, yer man at the desk was less than helpful in fact he was quite rude. Luckily I had kept all my receipts and things. I was still feeling a bit 'post op' and he never even said sorry! My only regret is that I didn't get a bit stroppy at the time. Although etting angry like that isn't really my thing though sometimes it should be! Sinawil. That's all about that. Today I'm washing socks and going shopping for butter. Exciting or what! The joy of getting on a bit is that you no longer need to write a book so that people will think you are great. Although writing a book these days must be difficult because of all the things you are not allowed say anymore. Things like 'I loved my dog' or 'my cat is pretty'. In fact if you ask moi we are going to a place where you soon won't be allowed say your own name in case some 'child' is offended. Oh, don't get me started on this shite. Anyway the weather is looking fine. I'll get something useful to do. By the way my cat killed a mouse in my bedroom last night! I was glad although this may offend some 'child'. So what. Chat soon.

Tootle

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