I have had a RIGHT day of it today.
Wednesday is always my busy day. Today I had an inordinate amount of work, errands, washing and doctors appointments to keep.
Here's today's jobs:
Take Keith to the vet to be castrated
Wrap and post 7 books
Write thank you card to my brother and his fiancee
Do 6 loads of washing and subsequent drying
Teach DS about something useful to his future life on earth
Hoover & clean the house
Prepare the evening meal and leave minute instructions (!!!!)
Pick up Carina from work
Pick Kieth up from the vet
Take DS to Kids club
Go to work
Do 12 piano lessons
Come home and eat
watch some serious telly
sleep.
The ones in orange are the ones I accomplished.
Why? I hear you beg me to tell...
Because HSBC is a CRAP BANK!
This morning, I felt like I had earned my wages twice over. Seriously.
Yesterday I paid in my last 2 weeks worth of cheques as follows:
13
13
13
13
20
52
45
150
19
£338 in total.
Today I see the bank has credited me... but only for £208. Ok, no big deal - thinks I - yeah right! I phone up and they give me a completely different list of cheques that I apparently paid in. Ummmm. NO! So after some big style argy-bargy I finally convince the woman that there must be something wrong because all of these are BUSINESS cheques and I don't even DO lessons for £10 let alone get written cheques for them! I also told her I don't take £14 cheques, or £16 cheques, which I apparently paid in as well. Where my £150 cheque was no one knew.
Off to the branch. O M G . What a complete load of thickys. How long does it take to grasp. Someone put the entry in wrong, so maybe like CHECK IT ON THE SCREEN!!!!!
After about an hour and a half in the bank, I left them all my numbers and told them to get in touch when they had sorted it out. So at 2:15, just before I had to go and collect Carina, they decided to call, hence I didn't end up collecting her, DH did.
Apparently someone had entered the £52 cheque as £2 and the £150 as £16 or some bollocks. Whatever, the cash was mine, I felt exonerated and my account thankfully looks flush like it should do, but BOY! What a load of stress. It makes me think that I should just take it all out and stash it under the mattress because I will look after it a hell of a lot better... and wont get charged for the privilege!
So absolutely nothing happened today other than me sitting in front of the computer raging on the phone or storming HSBC and getting my money. DS managed to actually complete a spelling test and also a lesson on meleto through all this bedlam. How, I will never know. The poor kid. He sure knows adults don't get a fun life. If he went to school he wouldn't have a clue what was in store in the great world that is 'life'. At least he is getting hands on experience of how to deal with situations I guess and learning to cope with it by watching us. He knows nothing less that a good shouting match gets things done my way!
I jest, but seriously. How will kids today cope with all this crap? They are so unprepared and don't even know the simplest of things - like whether something will recycle or not (and how to find out) or how much to feed a cat (or how to find out) or can you wash red socks with your white shirts...( and finding out the hard way that pink HAS to be the new black!)
I talk from experience of the aupairs and others that have stayed with us. Its like a fault in the learning of everyone under 20. Then they have to suddenly UN-learn everything they learned at school and quickly sort their shit out to get on in life. My own brother had to get me to sort out his phone line. He can text for England, has a business degree and has a the most massive wide screen telly you could lay eyes on, but when his sky didn't work when he ordered a film, he couldn't work out why it didnt work... or why BT charge you for a phone and you kind of like need to tell them if you want to use it. Hello?
We have got to teach our kids fundamentals man! I remember that Cook book coming out called "how to boil and egg" or something and I thought *snort* yeah sure who doesn't know that *scoff snort* But they don't. My brother and his fiancee - the next generation of baby producers in the UK don't eat ANY vegetables or hot drinks or anything that is not microwaveable or comes delivered. What are the kids going to be like?
Sod learning about how many atoms there are in a fucking cell - get on with how many eggs are in a damn dozen! I would NEVER send DS back to school. Every day that goes by gives me 1000 more reasons why life at home in the real world gives them far more.
*hhhhaaaaaaa*
Feel better now.
So yeah, had a pretty shit day and fed up with dealing with incompetent ignoramuses who have been promoted to a level of idiocy.
Today's food and band health in general... Good to middling.
I had today, for the fist time in a long while the possible thought that I might need to be sick... but I actually didn't.
Breakfast was nothing - thanks to HSB F'ing C.
For Lunch I made an avocado and prawn cocktail sandwich. The first half went down fine, and the second half went down in maybe too big bites so that I had to stop... but I stopped! So 2 slices of bread in a sandwich with a wet filling is pretty much out unless I am careful.
I think I just got secure that I would be ok, which is a big mistake. I was so worried about eating a sandwich that I was going really slowly... and it was when everything was cool, I started thinking (talk about paranoia) "maybe when she put it all back in again it missed!?!?!?!" Then of course I started to relax my chewing and whoop! There it was. Stop right there sister!
Then I went to work. Whilst out I had one of those special K bars and then when I got home I had 1 piece of carrot, 1 tiny broccoli floret and one bite of quorn escalope in breadcrumbs that I felt the pain in my chest. It took half an hour to subside. By the time I felt I could continue my dinner was cold and unappetising. I took it slowly and finished it. This evening I have had a couple of yoghurts.
So today's cals 1224.
This evening there was also a minor miracle. I was putting new nail polish on and I shook my fingers back and forth like you do to dry them... and my wedding ring shot off my finger!! HA HA HA that is SO cool - and scary! I will have to watch it.
Started out
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