I was both charmed and delighted today to receive a heart warming letter from a DWP correspondent enigmatically named Office Manager, bringing glad tidings of good cheer. I have been elevated to join the righteous who have received the kind benevolence of our saintly Secretary of State to the munificent sum of £10.
But do not get carried way, I say to myself. The letter starts with a mere grudging admission that I am entitled to the £10. The rest of the letter is an essay in suggesting ways that I might not be a worthy recipient of this or any other benefit. Thank you IDS. Next year if the small token cannot be given with any good will then I will happily forego the benefice.
As I do have it, I might as well put the amount towards a decent bottle of Malbec and drink to his demise at the next cabinet reshuffle.
A begrudging Merry Christmas