Recently, for example, I was advised by the Department of Work and Pensions that my appeal against their judgement that I was fit enough to be working had been won. I celebrated. Hooray. A week later I got a letter with an enormous medical questionnaire to fill in – to start the whole process all over again. Persecution I call it. I just couldn’t refrain from catarolysis.
Catarolysis means letting off steam by cursing.