I consider myself safe-ish, now that I'm an OAP, but they could still try to claw back my weeny 'Living Allowance', I guess... &%$*~# bastards. Wotta world, etc.
Why does everything suck?
I'm mummy-wrapped for another fortnight,which I hadn't expected, and this is contributing to my grumpification. I was also presented with my hideous and hard-to-put-on surgical knee-highs, by the nice chuckly bloke. He never mentions weight,either, and says it's probably hereditary. (Which it does seem to be, in my family, on both sides.)
PS: I almost forgot to rant about the woman whose visa has run out while she's being treated for terminal cancer so they want to ship her back to the 'developing world' to croak faster and cheaper. Grrrrr.