I've moved and I'm in! Hooray!
I'm having stuff done, like you do when you move.
Today I had to go to the bank to get a large dollop of cash to pay for it. Having queued for ages at two different desks, I finally got to the teller (regular readers will remember that I am not keen on queuing in banks). He had processed my account, and was just reaching for the notes, when the fire alarm went off. We exchanged a look. Mine was of acute panic, his was of supreme empathy. He tried, he really did. His hands were on the notes, but a manager was ushering me out of the doors. I looked round, arms straining for the desk, akin to a male passenger on the Titanic reaching out for a lifeboat. I was unceremoniously left on the pavement as they locked the doors.
Not knowing how long the fire was going to burn (although there was an absence of both smoke and fire engines), I went to another bank to do other stuff I needed to do, then to another one for yet more stuff (I have power of attorney for an aging relative - I do not have money in this many banks). At the third bank, they asked for identification. I reached into my handbag for my passport.
It wasn't there.
It had been there earlier.
Now it wasn't.
'Is this really how my day is panning out?', I thought in despair.
Eventually I remembered the man in Barclays had probably left it on the photocopier, so I hurried back. It was there, thank goodness. I was also now back in the right place to regain entry to the bank that had my money on the counter. The same teller was there, as I queued up again. We exchanged another look, of smiling relief.
So apart from all that, rain running through into my newly decorated living room, the small matter of a live wire in the upstairs ceiling (how much had I paid for that electrical survey?), and British Gas making it as difficult as possible (unbelievably difficult actually) to register with a new meter reading, life is pretty good.
In fact, I have had a sudden, unexpected attack of happiness. Probably due to getting my sound system up and running with an ancient party compilation CD. Time for a dance around, swirling my arms in the air.
Lucky no one can see me.
I'm having stuff done, like you do when you move.
Today I had to go to the bank to get a large dollop of cash to pay for it. Having queued for ages at two different desks, I finally got to the teller (regular readers will remember that I am not keen on queuing in banks). He had processed my account, and was just reaching for the notes, when the fire alarm went off. We exchanged a look. Mine was of acute panic, his was of supreme empathy. He tried, he really did. His hands were on the notes, but a manager was ushering me out of the doors. I looked round, arms straining for the desk, akin to a male passenger on the Titanic reaching out for a lifeboat. I was unceremoniously left on the pavement as they locked the doors.
Not knowing how long the fire was going to burn (although there was an absence of both smoke and fire engines), I went to another bank to do other stuff I needed to do, then to another one for yet more stuff (I have power of attorney for an aging relative - I do not have money in this many banks). At the third bank, they asked for identification. I reached into my handbag for my passport.
It wasn't there.
It had been there earlier.
Now it wasn't.
'Is this really how my day is panning out?', I thought in despair.
Eventually I remembered the man in Barclays had probably left it on the photocopier, so I hurried back. It was there, thank goodness. I was also now back in the right place to regain entry to the bank that had my money on the counter. The same teller was there, as I queued up again. We exchanged another look, of smiling relief.
So apart from all that, rain running through into my newly decorated living room, the small matter of a live wire in the upstairs ceiling (how much had I paid for that electrical survey?), and British Gas making it as difficult as possible (unbelievably difficult actually) to register with a new meter reading, life is pretty good.
In fact, I have had a sudden, unexpected attack of happiness. Probably due to getting my sound system up and running with an ancient party compilation CD. Time for a dance around, swirling my arms in the air.
Lucky no one can see me.
1 comment:
i do that all the time!
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