As a single mother of 17, I often wonder why the government aren't doing more for me?
Last year they offered me a ten bedroom state house, but it wasn't suitable - no pool, only a quarter of an acre, and some of the furniture was from a foreign place - Eyequeer or something like that.
All my children are special needs - they are really special and Nathan needs a new bike, Josie needs an Ipad, Derek needs a car now he's 16 and so on. It's such a burden; I was talking to the lady at the next pokie last Monday night, she was drinking bubbles too, and she gave me a light then asked me to help pay for the lighter. I laughed and sugggested she try the government. She only had 6 kids, and she struggled to pay for them, although she did say all 5 fathers, even the twins one, quite often gave her a wrap or 2 of P to sell as child maintenance.
Of course, I do blame Rangi, if he hadn't gone inside it would all be different. I could carry on my diploma in domestic vacuuming studies for starters. I only had another 4 years to go. But oh no, he has to take a shooter to the bank job, and it's no use him saying he didn't know it was loaded, if that's true why did he point it at the security guard and pull the trigger? He's seen too many escape movies, that one, but there's no way he's getting out of Paremoremo before time.
Not that we can watch movies any more, Shania is using the flat screen to play on her Playstation all the time, why she needs a 65 inch TV for that I don't know, I told her, you've got a perfectly good 40 inch plasma in your bedroom.
The benefit cheque arrived yesterday so we had a right knees up down the Cossie Club after. Those bloody pokies, I guess it's noodles for the kids again this week most nights. But I met this lovely bloke called Darren, we ended up having it in the car park, I suppose he should have worn something but hey, what's one more? He works on an oil rig in Angola, and said he's back off there tomorrow for 4 years, so I don't suppose it will come to much.
Oh well, another day in paradise awaits. Better send Derek down the corner shop for a case of RTDs, we are running low.