When your shoulders feel like they’ll fly away…

Oddly enough, all the things I was terribly wound up about a few days ago have all evaporated.

Last Thursday, I got a phonecall from someone called Tim at the DVLA, saying that he wanted to withdraw the case – as if it was his idea. He also said that he only found the note telling him to phone me when he opened the case to prepare for the upcoming court date, and that he should have had a note on his desk to bring it to his attention. Not much of an apology, but there you go. He was mildly disgruntled that I’d returned a guilty plea on a case he’d been planning to drop, but was reasonably understanding that I had to do something, in the absence of his phonecall. Apparently that makes it harder to withdraw before the day, but he ought to have been able to stand up in court and tell the magistrates that he didn’t want to pursue it. I say ought to have, because my understanding is that that should have happened yesterday, and it should all be over. Of course, I still have none of this in writing, and I’ll be a lot happier when I do, but it would appear that the DVLA have finally forgiven me.

Then, this morning, nearly two weeks since we last saw him, the cat came back. He seems hungry, but not unnusually thin (he’s quite a diminutive cat at the best of times), and fairly insecure – he keeps wandering around the house shouting for me, to make sure I’m still here. However, he doesn’t seem much the worse for wear, and I can’t quite believe he’s made it back. I’d pretty much given up on him. He’s very small and stupid for making it in the big wide world by himself…

So, all in all, it seems that all the things I was worried about have gone away, which is fabulous.

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