This is definitely a Rant and not just a Moan, so here goes.
Because I am disabled I have to have a Social Worker.
My SW is a non-working, non-social, non-you name it and she isn't.
She didn't come to see me until she was warned by the Home Guard that I was living in an unsafe home during the last war, and then she more or less rushed in and rushed out again.
First time she'd been to see me in maybe eight or nine years, if then.
OK, so she asked if I would like the Local Authority Welfare Department to find a cleaner for me, for which I would pay them and they would pay all necessary National Insurance and stuff like that, blah blah blah.
But I was in the middle of a war and just couldn't think straight.
However, I have just spend the last two months trying to get hold of my non-working non-social SW to say yes please, I would appreciate you finding a cleaner for me.
Only I can't get hold of her. Her voice mail gives me a different extension number, and because I have to remove my hearing aid in order to use the phone, I can't understand what she is saying.
So I try the main Local Authority office, only to be told that it's August - oh yeah? So it is. And most people aren't working during August - oh yeah? I always did.
And then I get a note handed to me from the little Filipinit carer from two doors away, who collects my monthly \"chronic\" meds that are delivered to our tiny clinic each month.
Must go for a blood test. Me no can go because how the 'eck am I supposed to get there for 7.30am? And I can't go in any case because it is where I can't see my home, and they know I am agoraphobic.
Phone. OK says the nurse. Phone on Sunday and I'll call round on Monday on the way to taking all the tests to the laboratory in town.
Phoned yesterday. Over and over again, and all I got was the fax machine, as someone had \"forgotten\" to change it over to telephone mode.
So no blood taken today and I'm just not going to bother again.
I hate and detest all so-called social workers and these stupid people at the Health Fund.
Monday 10 August I got my Visa card statement. Some toerag had been using my card in England, where I haven't been since a four week trip just after the Gulf War in 1991.
That was my first, and last, trip outside Israel, where I have lived for 24 years. I don't even have a current passport as both my British and Israeli ones expired years ago and I didn't bother to renew them.
So in July some toerag used my Visa card for two National Express coach journeys, two large shopping trips to the same Tesco store, and as part payment on a BT bill.
My card was cancelled on 10 August by Visa, and was then shredded by me.
I have just had another phone call from the fraud department at Visa, asking me about payments made on my card from end July until 10 August when the card was cancelled.
Another payment to a different Tesco store, and payment for an 02 bill.
Yes, it will be sorted, but I've just had yet another call from Visa asking even more questions. And now they want me to fill in a form confirming that the payments weren't mine, even though they agree that they couldn't possibly be mine.
But I have to fill in and sign a form to repeat all the answers to all the questions they've now twice asked me.
Only the form will be in Ivrit - Hebrew - which I can't read, and I definitely can't write in Ivrit either, as when I worked here I was an English PA/office manager. Using English only.
And I don't have anyone who can help me with this form that they are going to send me, because no-one here speaks English, apart from the young woman who runs the little shop across the road with her husband.
And I don't want my personal business spread around the Moshav.
So just when I was looking forward to a day with no worries - heck, I've had more than my fair share lately - now I've got this form to worry about.
Oh how I wish I could say stuff the money - but it's now added up to more than a month's pension, and my pension [combination of disability pension and allowances, which are in place of, not in addition to a regular OAP] is barely enough to live on as it is.
No free prescriptions for OAPs or severely disabled people here. I get no rent allowance, no help towards adapting my home, none of the benefits that are standard in England - I had to pay for my hearing aid and have to buy the batteries - even things like incontinence pads have to be bought if needed.
And now some toerag in England is putting me through all this aggravation and worry, by having used my card.
And I have absolutely no idea how he/she could have gotten the number as the card has never been out of my sight and no-one else has ever seen it.
It's so stupid. Don't National Express, Tesco, BT, O2 etc know that the first four numbers on a Visa card show where the card is issued? Are they so stupid that they don't know that the card numbers show the card was issued in Israel?
If it wasn't for the dogs, I think I'd just like to go to bed and not wake up.