I hate to quit so soon, but I think I’m going to have an early night. Things started poorly this morning, when I had an automated call from the bank doing a security check. I tapped in my details while running around barefoot calling for the Sage, but he hadn’t heard me by the time I was due to authorise, or not, the cheque that I hadn’t written but he probably had – anyway, by the time it was all sorted out, I had confirmation that it is all right for the other person on a joint account to put in my details. So next time, he can do it.
Between us, we’ve got rather a lot of bank accounts. There’s mine, his, ours, his but it’s a joint account in case he wants me to use it, and probably a few others I’ve forgotten about. Not different accounts with the same bank, each with a different bank. I’m not sure why we do this. At least, if ever we were to have a disagreement with one bank, we’d just stop using it and not have the big annoying changeover.
Most of the morning was spent on the phone, which wasn’t my doing as all calls were received and, unusually, all for me. Unwisely, I made one call myself at the end of the morning, to register my receipt of a new Barclaycard. This was done in moments, but then the woman with a strident voice gave me a long spiel, which turned out to be a sales pitch for protection against computer fraud. I let her go on for a silly amount of time, until she mentioned the cost, *only* £79.99 … what? I’d have to examine my current legal liabilities carefully, bearing in mind that I don’t use computer banking, use PayPal where available, remember my PINs and passwords rather than write them down and, although I recognise that anyone’s account can be hacked into, I am as cautious as I feel I can be – and she was way over-pushy. When I refused her service, she tried to sell me a £40 one. Hm. I gave her a lesser-used email address to send me the stuff – which I haven’t received – and went to take paracetamol. I felt that she was behaving rather worse than the regular cold-caller, and it wasn’t what I’d expect from Barclaycard.
Tomorrow, the Finance committee meeting. Better be good, I’m missing a Nadfas lecture for it, one I wanted to go to. It’s the meeting when we go through the budget for the next year, I can’t miss it. Rather amazingly, we’ve got a budget that balances, which a lot of schools haven’t this year. I know we’ll also discuss Academy status again, preparatory to a decision by the governors in ten days. The Head and I met Union reps today. It’s not altogether surprising that I’m tired out, although it is good to know that the staff do trust the Head and governors. Anyhoo. I’m off to bed. The Sage is already asleep, laptop on lap – it’s like a teddy bear to him, really.