I suddenly remembered this morning that I’ve had my car a year so a) the MOT test needs to be booked for the end of the month and b) I haven’t had an insurance renewal. I checked the policy – 3rd March – so I telephoned.
I’ve used the same company for years, because their agent, Steve, is a lovely bloke and they give good service at a cheaper price than the company we used to use. However, a year or so ago they decided to centralise everything and now Steve no longer calls. I still deal with them as their call centre people have lovely Manchester accents and are helpful.
A nice woman called Christine answered. She spent some time sounding puzzled and agreed that, indeed, my policy renewal reminder hasn’t been sent out. She is going to phone back when she tracks down what has happened.
Which is why I’m writing, as I have to sit by the phone and not get stuck into other work that will distract me.
The post has just arrived, with my tickets for the Aldeburgh Festival this year. I was surprised when my son offered to come to a concert with me and my husband to another. I asked if they’d like to look at the programme to pick a concert. “Nah, that’s all right” they said, “We won’t know anything about it anyway.”
I told Ro that, for under 27s, the tickets are half price. He was amused and wondered how old most of the audience are…and agreed to come to two concerts with me. Three visits are enough, in a fortnight, so none of them will be solitary ones. That’ll be lovely.
Made me wonder a bit though, both of them actually volunteering for this – is it ‘be kind to Z’ week?
The other day, I needed to find something in a hurry, that could not be discovered in the piles of paper I call a filing ‘system’ I was obliged to tidy the whole study. I haven’t actually filed everything in its proper place yet, but the room is fearsomely tidy. One thing I found, that had been missing for a bit, was my iPod recharger which is good. I knew it was in here somewhere.
Christine rang back. The department is still busy. She asked if it’s still all right for me to wait. I think that was pretty helpful actually, not just leaving me waiting and wondering if she’d forgotten me.
I suppose I might as well do some work while I’m waiting. Ho hum.
Update – Christine now tells me they no longer do fully comprehensive policies, with anyone able to drive the car. Only 3 named drivers. That means I have to choose between five children, a sister and a husband. I’m plumping for the two children who don’t have a car (and therefore can’t drive mine on their own insurance with 3rd Party cover) and my husband. I need to give full details and I can’t remember my son-in-law’s middle name. I have emailed to ask him. Memory like a sieve, I have.