Tim is off on his travels down the motorway again – it’s a weekly thing at present, but we hope that won’t go on for too much longer. Here, it’s cold. I lit the fire this evening. I didn’t desperately need it, but it’s cheering when you’re alone and the chill of the day justified it.
I went to Norwich today for a Nadfas lecture (they’ve changed the name of Nadfas, but they were silly to do so, so I’m kind enough to ignore it) and half thought of shopping afterwards, but shops don’t seem to do clothes for me. Unless it’s essential I keep trying, I need to find something I like within a few minutes or I’m disheartened and don’t bother. Every dress was sleeveless and every top was gaudy and there didn’t seem to be any skirts. Or jackets, which I really do need, unless they were obviously part of a suit. So I came home instead and ate rice salad with avocado and hard boiled egg for lunch. I’d cooked too much rice on purpose last night – and since LT isn’t here, I’ve got enough for tomorrow’s dinner as well, for I’m out to lunch.
With much resentment, I’ll go to the new bank in Yagnub tomorrow, which is a van that comes for two hours, twice a week, some half a mile from the town centre – though it is near the library. I have a cheque to pay in for over £1000, payment for china that I’ve already paid the vendor for, and sent off the china itself because the buyer is someone I trust. I have decided, though, to open an account with one of the internet only banks – none of the high street banks, which have all abandoned Yagnub in the past few years, will get more than a modest sum from me in future. For convenience, I keep a fair amount in a deposit account. My banking is free and I appreciate that it costs the bank money, so don’t mind it investing my basic savings and paying me very little. Or, I didn’t mind. Now I do, and that bank will have less to invest. A few thousand pounds, but it’s all I can do to protest.
It’s now quarter past nine and I shall read for the rest of the evening. Cheery-pip, darlings.