How sweet it is to rest...

and then do nothing afterward:-)So the red cloud of doom has passed, I am not going anywhere until Saturday, and apart from emails I need to write, the commanding call of the hoover and work this afternoon, I am so not doing anything at all. The sky is blue, the sun is shining, the garden is shaggy and full of birds. If Reincarnation ever turns out to be true, I'll bet every England football fan's life has a future or previous life as a garden sparrow. They're all out there shouting at each other, fighting over seeds with all the happy violence you'd associate from 8 pints of lager and a stale pork pie for breakfast. I keep expecting to hear one bellow 'Vindalooooooo!' through the window at me.

Work still makes me smile. The mistakes have not gone away...the talkback (aka the earpiece of doom) remains my greatest foe, though lighting determined to reveal every detail of my chest is not far behind, and I still suffer from trying to understand the traffic levels. Yesterday, the director/producer told us not to worry, that the Breakfast show was always slow, cos everyone is either at work or still asleep...and then we were all surprised by lots and lots of callers. I just do not get how this works.

( meeejaboyz )

Such nice things have happened, swimming in a pool in the evening, green and blue lights above and below the surface, I could just feel a great big crocodile-in-my-head diving and rolling in the water, enjoying floating through all that luminescence. Then I joined mamapusscat in the steamroom, went to her home, had some pinknsparkling. There was a jaunt across the road to another beautiful garden with overhanging trees, a huge light blue room filled with night scented stock, adorned with plantation shutters..the place had a gentle Edwardian air shattered often by the witchy cackles of wine-tinkled chums. The only problem with work is that I am not getting anywhere near enough time to meet beloved peeps and hang out. There is much catching up yet to be done. But first - more rest!

Something important

Though it won't matter to anyone else.

There is a difference between loving someone and falling in love with them. There can be crossovers of course, and they are so many and varied they can make life fun in a complicated way.

But at a time when peace and pleasure are so important to me, that distinction is sweet and keeps things clear.

HELP! ADVICE NEEDED!

Not on how to get me off lj...there's no help for me, clearly.

No, I need some legal/financial type help...see, thanks to the glorious probablyscotty I followed the advice given in the link below, which basically outlines how the Office of Fair Trading have decided that the charges made by major banks on unauthorised overdrafts etc are unfair, and shows ways in which you can claim your money back.

http://money.uk.msn.com/Banking/Current%20Accounts/Decision%20centre/Better_Banking/article.aspx?cp-documentid=488325

Now, my bank have not come back to me with the details of my transactions over the past 6 years as stipulated in the Data Protection Act...and of course, they disagree that the amounts they have ripped off me in the last 6 years have been wrong. But they are prepared, as a 'gesture of good will' to offer me a one off payment of just under a grand. Hmm. So I don't know whether to accept the payment (very handy) or say, 'This is all very well, but I don't know how much you've taken so I don't know how reasonable this offer is.' Of course, they could argue that the payment is just to stop them from going through all the hassle of digging out the info. And of course,grabbing the money saves me the trouble of courts etc.

Thoughts from people less crap with money than myself would be gratefully received!

Way to go...but who's kid rock?

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