Nothing of significance happened.
The weather was awful.
I walked H and read and watched some TV. I discovered a new series of Unforgotten. And there was the Throw Down and CTM.
I managed to get in touch with Tracey to find out what she wanted to do tomorrow . That wasn’t easy. Blood out of a stone.
Barclays have pissed me off in the early hours of Monday morning, which it is now, following a text message received at 1.31 and I’ve let them know as much. Card payments declined, including all important car insurance direct debit one. This latter is particularly annoying because I had rung Saga a couple of weeks ago to make sure they had the correct card details after a similar shenanigans last year.
I am now condemned to having to make a phone call in the morning to rectify it. There were two other minor declined payments, the reasons for which, despite all the bluster from the Barclays man at the end of the phone, did not satisfy me. Particularly since they were pending so would pay out. Whilst the car insurance was merely declined. Something to do with security issues he said. And I should have received a text about it which I did not.
Those company phone calls are never quick. And do I take the car to swim tomorrow morning?
I have logged a complaint. I have also added to that by telling them for the second time that I don’t like getting emails from Barclays Bereavement about current account monthly statements. Why Bereavement? Bereavement line is no longer relevant just insensitive. How many times do I have to ask them to change the sender to Barclays?
Now, thoroughly wound up, sleep will not come easy. Perhaps a hit drink will help. It’s 03.26 and this rubbish started an hour ago.
Thought for the Day
My sanity … Or maybe that’s an oxymoron – me and sanity … thanks H what little I have comes with you.
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