Wow, what a day. Bear, a nephew, father-in-law, and good neighbours have been running trip after trip, at their own expense decanting my lads furniture into his sisters and my place. 


He lost his job at a major bank a few weeks back, was messed around by the Jobcentre - they cancelled his claim because he failed to sign on on a bank holiday. They aren't open on a bloody bank holiday. Luckily, the private company who does housing benefit have refunded his rent, which he'd paid from his meagre reserves, too late. He had to give notice to his private landlord well before that, as he couldn't see any income coming in.


More they agreed to pay his full rent (which he's already paid from his own pocket) until the time he moved out. Beyond that, nope. It's crazy.


Have the Jobcentre admitted their mistake? Hell no. New claim, and he has to appeal. Twots. He should get some income in a few days under the new claim


SO he's moving in with his sister. He was/is given priority preference for social housing. But nah. Nothing. Good job he has somewhere to go, temporarily. Digging around the Net, this isn't unusual.


Meanwhile, I've been cat sitting. A kitty, a three-legged, ours, and a woofler. It's been like negotiating with United Nations, what with pets and people in and out  all day. I'm shattered.


Time alone now though. It's good.