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smokingbootFunny day yesterday. I got all organised and bustly in the morning, and did great and mighty things:
1)Sent off outstanding receipts to Runs A Tight Ship.
2)Booked table in rafters of Cornmill for Sunday.
3)Got our E11s stamped for Wednesday.
4)Paid my taxes.
The gods of my life were obviously not pleased with all this real world activity. They gave me their first hint of displeasure when the Inland Revenue informed me that their computers were down, and they would have to give me a temporary reference. They would phone me back, they said, and give me a permanent one. They didn't, of course.
Then I sat by the phone all day, logged on to my work's system, waiting for calls. The day made money, but it was painfully slow. Eventually, tech support called me up.
'Ah,' Said Knows No Stuff, 'Your phone isn't ringing.'
'No,' Replied a baffled Smokingboot, 'But it was. That's why I picked it up.'
'Not the point,' Said Knows No Stuff, 'On my screen it says your phone is ringing. There's a problem with the system re your phone. Talk to Last Best Hope about it.'
She gave me LBH's phone number, which turned out to be wrong. I will try to sort this out this morning.
So, then we went to the Trafford Centre to see Terminator 3. Beloved Bear suggested a bit of shopping beforehand. Then, we whipped into Shere Khan's for a rather good curry. Beloved Bear raced off to buy the tickets, I stayed to pay for the meal, only to find that SK's card machine wouldn't accept my card.
Now admittedly, between the IR and my shopping, I had spent £1000's since the start of the day, but having done many dutiful transferrals like the good girl I am, the money really should be in my account. I'm pretty sure it is, but, yes, I'll sort that out this morning too. SK's swipe card machine didn't have a phone connected, couldn't phone the bank and the baseline was I had to leave my handbag with them, complete with chequebook and card, and race off to find Bear, who came back and paid for the meal. We got into the cinema just in time. The moral of this story is never to do more than one efficient thing a day, or conversely,never pay your taxes.
Terminator 3 was not a great film, but it was good enough to be a satisfactory end to the story. It cheered me up.
Today is my last entry in this before Sunday night/Monday morning. Beloved Bear and I are going to an anti-nuptual celebration in a youth hostel in South Wales, complete with Victorian gear and party games.
This September has been all about lurve. Last week, we attended a wedding in East Anglia, mid-week we heard of the end of the relationship between two old friends, now we are going to a celebration of 10 years union sealed by a mutual determination never to tie the knot. My story telling brain wants to enjoy the idea that it means something, but I know I am just distracting myself from getting on the phone and talking to dull people about dull money.
*Sigh* OK. And here we go.
1)Sent off outstanding receipts to Runs A Tight Ship.
2)Booked table in rafters of Cornmill for Sunday.
3)Got our E11s stamped for Wednesday.
4)Paid my taxes.
The gods of my life were obviously not pleased with all this real world activity. They gave me their first hint of displeasure when the Inland Revenue informed me that their computers were down, and they would have to give me a temporary reference. They would phone me back, they said, and give me a permanent one. They didn't, of course.
Then I sat by the phone all day, logged on to my work's system, waiting for calls. The day made money, but it was painfully slow. Eventually, tech support called me up.
'Ah,' Said Knows No Stuff, 'Your phone isn't ringing.'
'No,' Replied a baffled Smokingboot, 'But it was. That's why I picked it up.'
'Not the point,' Said Knows No Stuff, 'On my screen it says your phone is ringing. There's a problem with the system re your phone. Talk to Last Best Hope about it.'
She gave me LBH's phone number, which turned out to be wrong. I will try to sort this out this morning.
So, then we went to the Trafford Centre to see Terminator 3. Beloved Bear suggested a bit of shopping beforehand. Then, we whipped into Shere Khan's for a rather good curry. Beloved Bear raced off to buy the tickets, I stayed to pay for the meal, only to find that SK's card machine wouldn't accept my card.
Now admittedly, between the IR and my shopping, I had spent £1000's since the start of the day, but having done many dutiful transferrals like the good girl I am, the money really should be in my account. I'm pretty sure it is, but, yes, I'll sort that out this morning too. SK's swipe card machine didn't have a phone connected, couldn't phone the bank and the baseline was I had to leave my handbag with them, complete with chequebook and card, and race off to find Bear, who came back and paid for the meal. We got into the cinema just in time. The moral of this story is never to do more than one efficient thing a day, or conversely,never pay your taxes.
Terminator 3 was not a great film, but it was good enough to be a satisfactory end to the story. It cheered me up.
Today is my last entry in this before Sunday night/Monday morning. Beloved Bear and I are going to an anti-nuptual celebration in a youth hostel in South Wales, complete with Victorian gear and party games.
This September has been all about lurve. Last week, we attended a wedding in East Anglia, mid-week we heard of the end of the relationship between two old friends, now we are going to a celebration of 10 years union sealed by a mutual determination never to tie the knot. My story telling brain wants to enjoy the idea that it means something, but I know I am just distracting myself from getting on the phone and talking to dull people about dull money.
*Sigh* OK. And here we go.
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