30 Dec; 11th day of unemployment and it all feels like a distant past, almost as it had happened in a different life or as if I'd dead a book about someone's life. How did I manage to deal with silly Quality Alerts that kept pouring in, causing enourmous storms in tiny tea cups. It is such a strange way to spend five days of your week but we must earn a living. It can be much worse than local government so no complaints. There were jokes, tea and biscuits. Not all bad.
The radio kept going on how Brexit real red tape starting on 1st Jan in our relations with EU, which we decided to leave because some swine went up and down the country saying there would be 359k a week for the NHS, which has now been acknowledged by the said swine as untrue. He has lied throughout his life about everything so why wouldn't he lie about false benefits.
Brexit hadn't even begun, dear people. I am speaking as your enemy. I bear that title with honour.
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