I tried to move, but couldn’t. Ended up back where I was. The CRT sent me an overstay notice. I moved back. Down into MK. Again.
First I went. Then I came back.


I don’t really like to do that, but currently, whilst I’m in the dole, I have to attend to collect my money. That’s a fortnightly signing, and whilst I’m still doing it, I don’t want to move beyond the general vicinity. So that means staying around MK.
Further up is all well and nice, but you’re out in the countryside.
I’m back here

It’s where a was for Christmas. Not a bad spot.
I’ve got a couple more weeks, during which time I may find something employment wise. To keep me busy.
Continue reading “Turning of the tide”

