Having your cake and NOT eating it.

Our very good friend and neighbour cath, brought around this gift cake today. I must admit it is rather splendid and so I am led to believe, contains chocolate. Cath had an ulterior motive, she is a little under the weather, and was unable to open a bottle of anti-biotic medicine. I of course was able to open it, with, I hasten to add the assistance of the kitchen door jamb. The years of watching How! have finally paid off. Because Cath is on a diet, she is unable to eat the cake. I, should be on a diet, but in the pursuit of being a good neighbour shall have to eat the cake.
I signed on again last Wednesday, and had to endure the indignity of having a patronising person, telling me how to apply for the available jobs. I did try to explain to her that regardless of what Mr. Cameron and his acolyte, Nick Clegg have to say, there really aren't that many jobs out there. I know that my family were economic migrants, but that was over 120 years ago. On line today, I applied for about 10 jobs. 3 were unavailable to apply for on line, and the lady at the jobcentre said they would call me back. They didn't. perhaps they were waiting until after 6 for the cheaper rate. 1 was for a 1 week job, parking cars at the Open Golf Championship. 2 were for Cash Converters. Another 2 were for a pay day loan set up. 1 was in a pie shop. 1 was as a sales rep for an alternative form of energy. Discounting the jobs of selling cheaper fuel, and seeking compensation for mis-sold PPI left me with very little else. Looking around the car boot sale today, I came across a large box of tools, including tap and die sets, drills, calipers and loads of wonderful to me stuff. No takers. The vendor said they were his late father-in-laws, and he would have to weigh them in, i.e. scrap them. I do regret not starting my own business, at least as a good friend of mine says, that when you get fed up of working for dickheads, you can cut out the middle person, and start your own business.
Adios.