It was a hot night last night and the
puppy was very restless. Consequently I didn’t sleep that well. I was up before
5am, and over brekkie I watched the last episode of the documentary about Queen
Elizabeth I. It was rather interesting; for all that he people of the time
didn’t have telly or the Internet, they were pretty much just the same as the
people of today. Only happy when having a squabble, and much of their lives
directed by nonsensical religions.
I then had a look at the Internet as I
so often do. Not much was happening on social media, but I had a couple of
emails. A chap called German Zollinger sent me a very nice comment about this
blog in a thinly veiled attempt to get me to add his spamming comment. An
employment agency told me that I was the ideal candidate for a role in
Dumfries. But I was most interested in an offer from Apata Folasade Esther who
invited me to speak at the 2017 World Congress on Global Economy, Peace and
Terrorism In The World. This congress starts off in the USA and then moves to
India and all I have to pay for is the hotel costs. Or so Apata Folasade Esther
claimed.
As I dressed the dogs were squabbling
about a bone. There are four of these bones about the house; Fudge wants the
lot. If there were a hundred he'd not let the puppy have a single one.
I had words with my dog...
I set off to work; the pundits on the
radio were rather concerned that the recent events in Manchester may have
breathed new life into the moribund UKIP.
And there was also a lot of talk about
the Conservative's plans to offer free breakfast to all
schoolchildren. Apparently their figures were based on the premise that
charities were giving the food for free and a take-up rate of about only
twenty-five per cent of the eligible children. Their sums were totally wrong,
but that was still seen as nothing by the pundits presenting the show when
compared to the fact that they didn't like Jeremy Corbyn very much.
I got to work for the early shift, and
an early start made for an early finish. With a few minutes on my hands I did
the monthly accounts.
Woops.
Regular readers of this drivel may
recall I blogged about a text message I had last Monday. It said I should ring
the bank urgently, and when I did the bank knew nothing about it. At the time
the people at the bank said it was probably a scam but it turns out it was a
genuine text message. I completely forgot to pay my credit card bill last month
and the bank wanted to talk to me about it. Even though no one there knew that
they’d sent me a text.
I found out today that I'd been charged
a month's interest and my card had been stopped.
After a while it got sorted (sort of) but what bothered me was the
fact that no one at the bank knew anything about the text they'd sent me. I
spoke with several people at the bank today who were all very understanding,
and all said that the bank would probably have texted me if I had a payment
outstanding. But not one could explain why no one at the bank on Monday had any
record of the text they sent me. What is the point of sending a text saying
"phone the bank urgently"
if no one at the bank has any idea why I'm phoning them.
Oh well... payments have now been made,
and my card should be unlocked by the end of the weekend...
"er indoors TM" came home and we
drove the dogs out to Great Chart. We had this idea that they might like to go
in the river on a warm evening. I certainly did. I was straight into the river,
but both dogs seemed reluctant to get wet. However once they finally went in
they loved it. We
took a few photos as we do.
Mind you in retrospect we should
probably have rationed Fudge to five minutes. He overdid it to the point of
having worn himself out so much that I had to carry him back to the car.
"er indoors TM" went down to the
chippy to get our tea, and we had an evening in front of the telly. I like
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