The government are now going to reverse the original reversal of the winter heating allowance for miserable old gits, like me. When Labour took power the first thing they did was to condemn pensioners (like me) to DEATH! By hypothermia. As, without the 250 quid they give us, we’d have to turn off the heating, dim the lights, put on 14 cardigans (old people have loads of cardigans) and generally, just lie down and die so we’re less of a demand on resources and NHS time. This was the ‘caring’ government we’d chosen.

Well now Rachel Reeves is in trouble. The heating debacle remains so tragically unpopular that she simply has to revise and reinstate the payment. BUT: not for ‘millionaires’. Oh. Yes, they’re actually going to liaise with HMRC and find out which pensioners spend more than the annual heating allowance on lunch every day, who really really don’t need it, and those without chauffeurs who will really find it of massive importance. Funny that the government couldn’t work out a system like this before they made themselves so terribly unpopular. But no-one said you needed to be clever to run the country. Though it wouldn’t hurt.

HMRC know everything financial about everyone in the country. They know who needs a heating allowance and who really doesn’t. They could have saved themselves so much bother.

But now the football season is finished. Over. Spurs, buoyed by their quite magnificent Europa Cup victory in the week, decided to bow out by letting Brighton beat the shit out of them, even though it’s Joey’s birthday and he was there. We lost 4-1. The perfect end to a totally disastrous league season. But no-one gave a care because they brought the Cup out and paraded it round the pitch and that made everyone very very happy. And we only have to wait til August for it all to start again.

I’m relieved.

And counting the days til the new season.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx