And the ship sailed on

Not a lot happening really. I still feel pretty ghastly, Ned's got to contact the Union again to find out how to word the whatthefuckhaveyoudonewiththepensioncontributionsyouthievingtwat letter, and I've got to quickly pay in the cheque he's been given for January (February's pay's due on Friday, by the way); Ned's only ever had two cheques bounce before, and coincidentally they were both paycheques signed by this same bloke. We're not holding our breath.

Also we're still waiting to hear what decision The Boy's come to, having been told by 2nd-years that the bit he has trouble with gets worse, not better. Still, as I pointed out to him, my eldest brother changed course from geology to Biology; my other brother changed from Mech Eng to Physics; a niece changed from Town Planning to Publishing (or vice versa); and a nephew changed from Psychology to something else then dropped out entirely and is now doing an Open Uni course, so changing tack seems to be a proud family tradition.