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The twelfth day of Christmas

  Wed 5th January 2011

Letters I received in a single day (5th Jan):

From my credit card company: "You have failed to make a minimum payment." They want 242.88 "immediately".

From the Council: "Our records show that your Council Tax payments for 2010/11 are not up to date. YOU ALSO HAVE AN INSTALMENT OF 119.00 DUE ON 01.01.2011."

From my mobile phone company: Outstanding amount: 19.13. "...If we don't receive your payment immediately, we'll be taking the following steps..."

From a debt collection agency: Outstanding balance: £2,860.25. "Despite our previous letter, we are disappointed to note that your replayment arrangement remains in arrears."

From the gas company. "Despite previous reminders, our records show that we have still not received payment for your gas bill. Your account details will now be passed to our debt collection representatives who will visit your premises to disconnect your gas supply or fit a prepayment meter at your premises if safe to do so."

Yesterday, the University also emailed: "OVERDUE TUITION FEES 2010-11. "...a late payment administration charge of £20 has been
added to your account as payment was not received by the due date."

Paid the gas, paid the debt collector. The credit card can wait: my credit record can hardly be worse than it already is. And I survived for over 40 years without a mobile. The Council Tax and the University are the awkward ones, although there's a hardship fund for students I could apply to.

It's time-consuming, dealing with all this. I'd guess a total of a day a week goes into fencing emails and phone calls, maintaining constant vigilance over my bank account (I'm not allowed to go overdrawn and if three payments bounce they'll close my account), and deflecting innocent questions. "No thanks, I'm a bit caffeined out. Water's fine", Training your mind not to think about it. Especially at night.

It won't always be like this.

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