K8 the GR8

My life is freaking me out, man.  This taxi lark?  It just keeps sticking it in and breaking it off.  Remember when I was harping on about my disabled vehicle taxi license falling through?  Well, the new application form arrived yesterday, and instead of them charging €270 for a hackney license, guess what?!  They’ve hiked the price up to just over a thousand quid since February 1st.  400% increase!!!  Apparently they weren’t ‘obliged’ to tell us when we were on the phone inquiring about it.  Is this a bad sign?

So what do we now?!  I’m sick of sitting on potential resources and not having a clue what to do with them.  There must be something out there we could be good at, and I’m not talking about buying lottery tickets.  The blue-collar job is looming, but we are two reasonably educated people stuck in council housing due to bad circumstances and can’t think of any other way out.  How tough those baldheads make it for people like us to dig ourselves out of this dependancy hole!

That’s how the bummed-out side of me is talking.

The unbelievably happy side of me is bubbling over at the idea that a lot of you people out there like my blog!  I forgot to breathe for those few seconds after I saw my name on the newcomer shortlist, I was so humbled that I made it through, out of so many excellent writers out there.  Delighted too that Hails is with me!  She’s one of my mostest clicked links.

Thank you so much to my nominators and sponsors (buys cocktail for Deborah), and to the judging readers too.  So much material to read and so little time to do it, with such enormous diversity of reading matter- this cannot make for an easy job.  Thanks most of all to the one dude organising all of this… you’ve given so many bloggers great kicks just to see their names up in lights, just to know their ramblings make a difference - the bloggosphere is electric thanks to you.