Hardly that, in fact. I woke up after a couple of hours and couldn’t sleep again. I was awake for more than four hours, much of which I spent blogging. Today, I’ve mostly been quiet. Though I did take time to delete some rambling pages of typing which, fortunately, I’d only saved and not inflicted on you.
The good thing about being tired is that one sits and catches up with paperwork. I’ve brought our mailing list up to date, emailed Australia (not the whole of Australia, just one person, but it was business and therefore needed a disciplined mind to get on with) with the price of sending out china and ordered a whole lot of dull stationery supplies, as well as – well, actually, it’s coincidental in view of yesterday’s post – various creams and lotions to stave off the effects of old age and bricklaying for a few more weeks. I looked at travel insurance (I’m going away for a week next month) but since I will have to admit to my dodgy physical condition, it seems that I can’t just fill in an online form but have to phone. I’ve also booked my car in for its MOT tomorrow and, even better, arranged for a friend to fetch it and deal with it for me. He’s the splendid chap who found it for me in the first place, so he owes me numerous favours. Forever.*
After all this, I needed to do a bit of comfort shopping, so the debit card has taken a bit of a knock. Debit card, you notice, so that I don’t need to receive a bill in the post, in case there isn’t any.
The Sage has been trying to get to grips with telephone banking. He has his business account with a bank that doesn’t have a branch in this town and it isn’t always convenient to get over to Lowestoft. He was sent two cards, a four digit number and a PIN. He carefully memorised them and followed the instructions to key in his 16 digit account number and then the 4 digit number. Then he was asked for another 16 digit number. While he was hesitating, someone came on the line and sorted out what he wanted anyway. Then he was sent another 4 digit number in the post. So today, he tried again. Exactly the same thing happened. He isn’t at all sure what this second number is., but maybe it’s the other card. He’d only wanted to ask for a new chequebook, it hardly seems worth all the security.
Tomorrow, if things go as planned, we’re bricklaying again.
*no air conditioning, specified as a requirement, no CD player, a stupid foot-operated hand brake that’s nearly caused me to run backwards on many a hill and caused anxiety every time I park. I generally leave it in gear as I don’t trust the beastly thing. Oh, and I don’t think I ever told you about the time the radiator blew up. If it were not for a complete lack of interest in cars, I’d have got a different one months ago. But it works, apart from when the radiator is going ‘whumf’ and issuing a puff of steam, so I don’t quite care enough. Also, it was surprisingly affordable which, at the time, was a factor as I hadn’t scheduled replacing my car in my calculations just then.