Rolling with the punches

 What does that even mean ? Whatever it means, I'm finding that I'm unable to do any rolling let alone with punches.

Life has become a series of frustrations. Nothing new there. But somehow the frustrations have accumulated and now resemble a Clusterfuck of Fucking Frustrations ( or CFF) which are no longer manageable.

Currently trying to apply for something called a Freedom Pass. Its name is clearly ironic. Apparently my old 60+ Oyster pass aka scrounging pensioners free travel pass is defunct and I sat on a train the other day waiting to be fined £100 for not knowing that it was no longer valid because I'd reached the magic age of 66 and had not yet died.

I've wasted a few hours trying to re-apply with a clutch of documents which I had to photocopy and send by snail mail to an office somewhere in Arbroath. My application was declined. The list of acceptable documents had to be in my name and of course all of our household utilities, council tax bills, TV licence etc are in husband's name. In the eyes of londoncouncils.gov,  I therefore don't exist. I pay my half of all our joint bills via our joint account but apparently that still doesn't prove I exist. Any letters submitted had to be dated within the last 3 months bit no-one sends letters any more so no such thing exists. In fact I don't exist in their eyes either. I am also defunct.