Things are so busy and I’m so tired by the evenings that I’m finding it hard to write anything. let along blog. I’m going to bed in a few minutes, and I really feel that this is giving in to events and completely unacceptable.
Anyway, to start with some excellent news – Zerlina and Gus have been very nervous of dogs for quite some time. It wasn’t helped by Ben being so very large and exuberant – but he’s growing up now and he does seem to understand that he has to be very calm around them, and they are both brave children who like dogs, even if they are afraid of them, so they’ve made valiant efforts. Today, there’s been a massive breakthrough. They were pretty good yesterday, but today there have been hugs and expressions of love and Ben has behaved impeccably and not got over-excited. It’s been easier with Rupert, who is much smaller – care is still needed, but we’re basically fine.
As Tim surmised, yes – I washed the Sage’s trousers and only found the notes in the back pocket afterwards. Now, if they’d been fivers, I’d not have worried, but you know they use that pen in shops on £20 and £50 notes, and hate having to take the latter anyway – in a small town, anyway … it was £210 in a £50 and the rest in £20s. So I felt I had to take them to the bank. And so, of course, it was really busy – only three people ahead of me with two tellers, but they all took ages.
In fact, there were four, but one was a husband and wife and she was decidedly odd. I’m not sure whether it was cerebral palsy or early-onset dementia, but she was peculiar and very rude to her good-humoured and long-suffering husband. She wanted to sit down and let him deal with it all, but he explained that she would, at the least, have to give clearance for him to do so and she reluctantly and snappily went to the desk. I can’t remember what was required, but she’d forgotten her PIN – having only changed it the day before – security had been mildly compromised, so she pointed out self-righteously that she had done the wisest thing – but she had no idea what she’d changed it to. The other teller was able to confirm her identity and she was allowed to access the info (and told she’d be sent another PIN) – and then she loudly sent her husband to the other side of the room while she dealt with the matter in hand, which seemed odd when she had wanted him to explain the whole matter, which he clearly knew all about- anyway, he was very patient and she was quite rude.
Anyway, in due course I went and produced my notes and explained and was duly laughed at by everyone there. It was fair enough. And the money has been put into my account – I have told the Sage, but he can’t remember why he’d had that money in his back pocket anyway – I’d already removed his wallet where he usually keeps notes.
Further good news is that we’ve had a couple more torrential downpours, but the roof has been secure and there has been no sign of a leak.