Lizzie, firstly, please accept my profound apologies for comments and remarks made on previous threads, let's agree I was an arsehole on more than one occasion, add cunt to that if you wish.

Secondly, so sorry I misread your comment, Christ, £8 a day ! There is something seriously wrong with the system, I truly believed carers received a living wage.

Right, there is abuse of the benefits system, you know it, I know it. It does get on my nerves seeing loafers openly boast about it, I am not talking about newspaper stories here, I see my grandchildren working hard to make ends meet. I also listen to people boast how to milk the system and hassle their doctors saying they have alcohol problems and back conditions. Sad part is, they are actually in-laws of mine. One guy who is on D.L.A. had a heart attack 18 years ago, he claims he can't walk more than a few feet until he is breathless. He has mobility car and works away every other day fitting bloody floor tiles ! His attitude is "clean the bastards." Sad thing is, he raised three protégées.

Did I report him ? YES. They sent him out a letter giving him three weeks notice of an interview. He told them we was too ill to attend, they called out to find him in bed, his son in law got him the loan of an oxygen cylinder and mask. The prop worked just fine. Bastard laughed about it. Why could they not have his medical notes on hand and ask who prescribed oxygen ?

No I am not jealous, but I am bloody angry that such things are allowed to go on. Some here extreme stories, well this is the other end of the stick.

I would not refer to myself as rich, comfortable yes, I made provisions for retirement, the position I held provided a private health care plan. Also some inherited money and land.

I was raised a Conservative, I read the Daily Mail and I don't depend on the state for anything and never did. I despise people who leech of the state when they are able bodied and put on a charade for overworked GP's who just want to see the back of them and give them sickness certificates.

Right, that's my CV, form a straight line and cut the crap out of it at will.