Though I don’t think much seeing to will be necessary, because by the time I arrive to babysit tonight, Zerlina will be in bed. I’m staying overnight because I’m going to a study day on the history of silver tomorrow in Norwich. Weeza is coming over here to work on sale stuff with the Sage. The next sale isn’t until the end of April. This alarming efficiency is quite disconcerting. Today even I’m working, doing an inventory, but the Sage has just nipped out to keep an appointment so I’ve got a few minutes spare. It is lunchtime, after all.
By the way, I mentioned yesterday about how a dog cheers you up when you’re down but I didn’t refer to the great pleasure there is in enjoying the company of a happy dog. He loves to have fun and you don’t have to be miserable to appreciate that…
The Sage was caught out by his lack of knowledge about technical things this morning. He went to the post office to get his pension – he insists on receiving it in cash, which he has to do by having an account and using a card and PIN. He keyed in the PIN, and (for the first time ever) got it wrong. Not realising that it would get blocked, he kept indignantly putting in the number. Hm. Of course, afterwards he realised he put in the wrong double number – 1123 instead of 1223, as it were. He’s phoned up for a new PIN and is told that it’ll take a fortnight to be posted to him. Excuse me? The person at the end of the phone could do it there and then, surely and arrange for it to be posted – I don’t see why it should take longer than 3 days. As I remember, when I got a PIN wrong I ended up having to do myself a new one at the bank cashpoint myself, I’m not convinced that this will work anyway. I phoned twice for a new number, was told I was being sent one and only received the old one. It wasn’t until the third call that I was told the correct thing to do. Anyway. Different bank, maybe it’ll be a different procedure. I’ve explained to the Sage, anyway, that if he does it wrong twice to go away and think carefully what he’s doing wrong, because it’s probably not the machine, or him accidentally pressing a number too hard and making it come up twice. Fortunately, we can still afford to eat without access to his pension for a fortnight, but I suppose it would be all the same to them if we relied on it to live day to day.
Talking of efficiency, I’ve started to buy stuff for *you know when*. I think I’ve been influenced by LOM, who has already bought and wrapped all presents and written cards too. I don’t care for it, I prefer not to start until December, but since I’ll be away the last week in November and will, no doubt, wander around in a daze for a few days afterwards trying to catch up with things, this is highly sensible.
By the way, the friendly thing of sending holiday postcards to bloggers is a jolly one, and I’ll be happy to join in if anyone would like to send me their address. My blog email is on my profile, but to save you clicking, it’s zoesonholiday*at*hotmail*dot*com (with appropriate adjustments, of course). Martina, Dave and Dandelion, I’ve got your addresses.
Hm. I’ve taken my half hour lunch break. Come on Sage, time to get back to work.