I finally bothered to look for a car insurance quote this morning. Not entirely to my surprise, I found one that had the same level of excess (couldn’t think what it was called for a minute, nearly called it a surplus) that I’d had before, of £250 and the same other terms, for £210, rather than the £244 I’d been quoted from the company I’d paid £203 to last year, and this time they wanted £300 excess.
I’d rather stay with the same company, but it is made hard for me. I recognise that I’ve been charged a low price to get my custom and that I’ll need to shop around again next year. I did ring the company, in fact, and was offered a price around £230 with a £250 excess – if they’d sent that to me, I’d have just paid it. So why on earth not? I’m not that bad a risk – I mean, anyone can have an accident, but I’ve never had a car insurance claim and I’ve been driving for 39 years.
Gosh. 39 years.
Sunk in contemplation.
It’s an indication of my level of … shall we call it relaxation, rather than laziness? Oh, go on, let us … that this was almost all I did today. I wrote 15 letters, which was three letters and 13 copies of one of them and walked round the village to post them. I strode out, noting that this was the first time that I sometimes forgot to notice every step that I took. This is, I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned, one of my simple and humble ambitions. Just to walk without noticing the action of walking. I’m nearly there.
I also made a couple of necessary phone calls, one of which was to cancel an engagement that I quite wanted to do, but which I can’t get to next week as I may not drive yet. I could get a lift one way, but not both. Still, even for little prinZess, that isn’t so dreadful, I suppose.
Last night, my back ached so much that I lay on my side for a while to sleep – on the operated side, so that there wasn’t a danger of the joint slipping out. It hurt, but I was so tired by then that I slept anyway for a while. The Sage and I still aren’t sleeping all that well.
Marmalade tomorrow. I have the oranges, the lemons, the sugar and the jars. I think that’s all I need, isn’t it? Preserving pan, of course.