Well, its just about here.

The main services are in, and its carpeted. The agency even kindly turfed my yard after telling me I'd have to landscape it myself. In theory, I cannot wait.

Today I start packing in earnest ready for the removals firm on Thursday. Time to put away my hacky bits and close down until after Christmas.

Because the logistics were utterly screwed up by Social Services I'm not celebrating Christmas at all. For starters I'll have just 4 days to get all my gear  in, and then it'll be Christmas. I wont have time to prepare a full meal with all the trimmings, or decorate, so Bea is staying at a care home over Christmas while I sort out the place and make it habitable.

Thanks Social Services.

On top of that, they promised Bea we'd be in for Christmas, and promised her a new trampoline to replace the one she had. Well, I just had a panicky phonecall from them to say they didnt have a clue, and could I order one from Amazon and send them the bill.
Obviously thats a crock of sh*t, no way can I organise it with a faceless company so I sent them the link so they could do it. I'd found a huge 14foot one suitable for adults, and theres one left. It may not reach me by Christmas so it said. I sent them the link on Thursday, and its still sat there unbought, no way will it get here in time now.

Thanks Social Services.

I also tried to get my internet changed over, but they have a minimum of 14 days notice, and I gave them 10 thanks to having this dumped on me last second as usual. On top of that, its a new build and the Huwaii POTS terminal I found hidden under the stairs isnt hooked up right yet. Its there, but no line.
I contacted the Internet Provider, and they are running around but they doubt I'll have internet from the 20th for an indefinite period as their engineers want Christmas too. So no internet over Christmas...

Thanks Social Services

Next I tried to get a Sky dish put up on the wall. Its a new build, this has to be done professionally by an official engineer, has to go on the rear of the building where it cant see the satellite without a costly special installation. And its right on top of Christmas, when millions of people decide to get Sky for Christmas just for the heck of it. Result, no TV over Christmas either.

Thanks Social Services

There's also no mention of the workshop they have yet to replace, and compensation will have to be extracted by a lawyer, because they even refuse to acknowledge that harm came to Bea under their care and keep glossing over it. They refuse to acknowledge any wrongdoing, and when challenged with evidence just close ranks. I've destroyed two social workers to get where I am now, and am currently speaking to senior operations management, and they are even worse than the workers. They dont even have their skills, they are just useless lying wastes of public money besides winding me up.

Thanks Social Services

So, I was supposed to be spending Christmas with Bea at the kind offer of the care home looking after her, but thats over here near to the old place, and the new place is miles inland served by a train.

There are no train services Christmas Day, and taxis traditionally charge double so it'll cost me more than I have just to get over there, never mind get home. I just cannot do it...

Result, Bea spends Christmas in a care home alone and I stare at the walls even though charity has given me a place at her table. I'm grateful to the carers of course, but they cant help that its basically about the worst time to move.

Thanks Social Services.

Merry Christmas everyone, I hope you enjoy yourselves. Raise a glass for me, for in the New Year I'm going to take as much credit as I can get my hands on and hire a lawyer to sue these idiots to Kingdom Come.