Whatever that thought was, I didn’t write it down last night and I’ve no idea what I had in mind. It would have been trivial, as this whole blog is – I’m not damning it, darlings, I rather love the trivial. It’s a respite from too much worry.
I’ve had it up to here *gestures* with cold callers. The recorded ones are the worst, but I can’t put up with real people and their set spiel either. I’m simply not going to answer the phone any longer, unless the person calling me is expected, or announces themselves on the answerphone. I’ve changed my message to explain that. I know about caller recognition and all, but I’m doing it my way, with my voice on the message. And, while I’m about it, I’m only taking business calls when it suits me. I’ve been without a tenant in my London flat for a few months while depressingly expensive work has been done and the letting agent is clearly anxious not to lose me as a client, so phones every week or two, usually on my mobile. And I’ve taken to declining the call. I will contact them, along with other agents, but it’s got to the stage of being counter-productive and i’m actually less likely to use them again because they keep bothering me.
At least I finally managed to open the letter from my accountant today that I’ve been ignoring, except for baleful glances, for several days. It was a reminder to pay my income tax, the second instalment. Yup. Done that. I did it three weeks early, taking it that the poor wretched country needs the money more than my bank does, it making no difference to me, in practical terms. I’m out of debt and like it that way.
I’m not really feeling stroppy but I did start to feel nagged and bothered, which is never pleasant. But doing something about it puts things right, and it’s such a pleasure to listen to the phone ring and feel no obligation to answer the damn thing. Of course, on the rare occasions a real friend is ringing, then it’s even more of a pleasure to pick up and speak to them.
Changing the subject entirely, it’s my lovely husband’s birthday today. Five years ago tonight was the second time I met him, when I went to his birthday party which was a few weeks after the blog party. Gosh. We’ve all passed a lot of water since then, as someone once said….