Trying to get a flat.
But there's no social housing.
And the medical points are only for folk with physical disabilities, you know, the REAL ones.
So I'm stuck in private renting.
And nobody wants you cos you're on 'DSS' even though that doesn't even exist anymore.
And technically the Housing Benefit comes to me first, so I could pay my rent out of my own money and spend the housing benefit on food or whatever else us benefit frauds like to spend out money on; Big TVs isn't it?
And then there's the cat.
Even though she's house trained and fully grown, she's obviously a menace to all you 'NO PETS!' landlords, and beggars can't be choosers so I should just rehome her so I can get a place more easily.
Even though it was the cat that saved my life!
When I got ill I got her for company, she gave me a reason to drag myself out of bed every day, and made me laugh, and made me feel loved and useful and gave me a reason to keep living.
So I'm stuck in a place that took 3 weeks to get the central heating fixed in the winter time,
the place with a big 'My Ex' shaped hole in.
The place where my landlady is an old friend turned acquaintance who can be flaky as fuck.
But I've got a roof over my head so I mustn't complain.
Especially because I'm a second class citizen.
Something I'm reminded of every day that I go looking for a place to call home.
No DSS, No Pets.
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