It’s a day when little things keep happening. Nothing major, just annoyances. For example, having retaxed my car in good time before it ran out at the end of September, it only just occurred to me that, having done it online, I’d never received the disc. So I’ve rung and reported it, and am now heartily relieved that I haven’t been stopped in the meantime. Not displaying the disc is an offence in itself and I don’t know to what extent my explanation would be accepted. At least now it’s reported I should be all right between now and when it arrives. I’d rather not find out though.
I’m just about to go into town to check if the letting agent has paid this month’s rent into my account. If not, I’ll have to make a complaint. As I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, I owed most of it in fees to them anyway. Last Friday I had a statement which showed that they’d removed it and paid the rest into my account. On Monday pm it wasn’t there and I think it’s about damn time as the tenant paid it on 29th October. If it’s there now, I’ll have to check again next month to make sure the delay was because they were taking the money I owed them out, because there’s no reason at all why they can’t simply pass it straight on. If it isn’t, I’ll have to ask why not.
Mind you, I’m not uncheerful. I turned off my phone yesterday as I was at a study day (social history of art 1850-2000 in Paris and New York) and when I turned it on here there wasn’t a signal, so I only just received a lovely message from a friend. Thanks, lovely friend xx.
Feeling a little dispirited (this was before I got the message) I put a pizza into the oven for lunch. It was that or resort to alcohol and alcohol must remain a pleasure and never be something to turn to – but I fancied a little naughtiness. Now I feel a little too-fullness, so I’ll cycle into town to work it off. And to check my bank balance.