It really ought to be nap time
If I don’t stop yawning soon I’m going to dislocate my jaw…
Blame the evening gigs I suppose. Rotary event Tuesday evening and Town Council meeting last night.
Approximately three and a half hours each which totals about an extra day in terms of doing rather than vegetating.
I OUGHT to feel invigorated by Rotary – with the exception of this year’s president I’m almost a decade or more younger than everyone else which DOES make one feel like a naughty schoolboy so can feel just slightly weird…
There are a number of them who I am regularly amazed are still alive but almost all without exception seem to take enjoying themselves very, very seriously!
It’s rather like having to hang around with 25 dad-dancers at a disco.
Can be a little wearing.
Town Council meeting was just very long. Normal committee meetings take a couple of hours at most.
It was also one of those meetings where the bit I can’t talk about was much, MUCH more interesting than the public part.
It’ll all be in the public domain later in the year. And could be “interesting” as in the old Chinese curse – may you live in interesting times. Some will like it, some will not.
And I have opera seria in the background as I write today – sounds a bit like music to slash your wrists to. Ah Puccini – just looked it up.
You KNOW how it goes before it starts. Hero is wrongly accused of something, gets killed by/because of the baddie (who is invariably the baritone) and the heroine tops herself in the last act.
Got the tee shirt.
It’s a bit like the question about Shakespeare and his comedies – did he write 36 comedies or did he write the same comedy 36 times?
Was FaceTime-d by the Flyaway Girl at lunchtime.
She got in contact to apologise. Her next major collaboration is a Norwegian Fjords cruise – without the plus one this time which was what the apology was for.
Actually not a problem. Can’t see either her mother or me being able to take a fortnight off in a week and a half’s time (sob). Also it saves her mother and me from coming to blows if one of us could get away!
It would be rather nice…
Talking of the millennial daughter, I know she spends money like it’s going out of fashion BUT
One of my bank manager colleagues set her up a business account, but – for reasons unclear – the useful details like account number, name and sort code were never communicated to her at the time – or vanished into another dimension en route.
We finally got the details when they wrote recently to say they were going to close the account due to inactivity (difficult to use an account without the aforementioned details maybe). My banker friend has let me know how to keep the account active (thanks Ian) but the most recent communication informs her of an unauthorised overdraft.
On an account she has not been able to access.
Run that by me again???
Have just spent 25 minutes on the phone with Aviva Direct.
Don’t normally fall for these but the sneaky b@st@rds used a mobile number so you tend to pick those up in case there is a prospect calling (has been known).
And – with the benefit of hindsight – the fact they knew my details (I do have policies with the parent company) and that I have life cover (pretty fair chance I would) was not rocket science.
Did ask whether it was a sales call which of course it was not…
There you go, 25 minutes older and just a little wiser and expecting someone to try and sell me an ISA producing a 6% return in the near future.
Actually 6% is pretty impressive unless you’re using equities or similar so I may well read the email before deleting!
Ho hum. Time to do some work.