Warning: this blog entry is not for the faint of heart. What follows is likely to be a lot of swearing and ranting:

Skip if you don't want to read

I'm just slightly (cough very cough) annoyed right now

I don't usually swear a lot

I'm mild mannered really (and Tickle thinks I'm extremely low maintenance, even though, according to them, I'm still single because I won't settle for anything other than my perfect man, I am sprinting towards commitment and am almost ready to be a mum (oh, the fun things you do when you're bored. I'm also an all natural mum, for all that I'm 20 and still behave like a twelve year old most of the time))

Right, so we get this letter in the post today saying WARNING: your residence isn't registered as having a TV-Licence, and I'm thinking, "Um, no, actually, I applied for one two months ago. Wtf are you talking about?"

But then, I did apply at the end of August and my paper licence has yet to arrive, so I thought I'd phone up and check.

So there I am, quoting my order reference number, and THEY'VE LOST MY F***ING APPLICATION! IT'S BEEN NEARLY TWO MONTHS AND THEY HAVE NO P***ING RECORD OF ME EVER APPLYING!!! THE COMPLETE B******* - EVEN THOUGH I'VE GOT AN EMAIL CONFIRMING, THEY STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT THE EFF I'M ON ABOUT! I AM SOOOOO ANNOYED I AM CLOSE TO CRYING RIGHT NOW! WHERE THE F*** DID IT GO!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!

Editors Note (ie. me): I have since calmed down and edited this entry, to make it a wee bit more friendly.