Wednesday, November 23, 2005
God How I Hate Banks
The Bank which I closed my account with is now charging me for using a Debit card of theirs. It’s strange really because the card in question was destroyed on the day I closed the account. Now the problem I have is it could be the card which was stolen, but the bank refuses to do anything about it apart from attempt to charge me money.
In order to sort this out I have to travel the thirty odd miles to Northwich to the bank where the account was held because they are the only branch which will hold the card details. One strongly worded letter is being formed in my mind.
On top of that Last night we had an incident in our street. A girl knocked on the door and asked LSW to phone the police because someone was attacking No 11. So I rush back from work to find, what can only be described as Vicky Pollard but much worse looking, smashing windows and yelling kack.
It took the police over two hours to turn up and they carted her away. I’ve probably got to give a witness statement at some point. I hope this doesn’t come back to haunt me at some point.
It’s ended a little run of good luck. LSW and I were getting on so well, Little Miss was sleeping through. I’d won a £10 on the lottery for two draws running. I even managed to crack the password on an old fan fiction of mine which I’ve started to put up on Fan fiction net. However, Little Miss decided that she wouldn’t sleep last night so I’m trying to keep my eyes open even as I type.
There’s still no new work on the game due to the overtime. However, that will run out soon so it won’t be for much longer. I’m now itching to get back to it.
In order to sort this out I have to travel the thirty odd miles to Northwich to the bank where the account was held because they are the only branch which will hold the card details. One strongly worded letter is being formed in my mind.
On top of that Last night we had an incident in our street. A girl knocked on the door and asked LSW to phone the police because someone was attacking No 11. So I rush back from work to find, what can only be described as Vicky Pollard but much worse looking, smashing windows and yelling kack.
It took the police over two hours to turn up and they carted her away. I’ve probably got to give a witness statement at some point. I hope this doesn’t come back to haunt me at some point.
It’s ended a little run of good luck. LSW and I were getting on so well, Little Miss was sleeping through. I’d won a £10 on the lottery for two draws running. I even managed to crack the password on an old fan fiction of mine which I’ve started to put up on Fan fiction net. However, Little Miss decided that she wouldn’t sleep last night so I’m trying to keep my eyes open even as I type.
There’s still no new work on the game due to the overtime. However, that will run out soon so it won’t be for much longer. I’m now itching to get back to it.
