The missing Ozzy dollar saga at Margate’s fine branch of the Natwest has been resolved. Hooray. The money was there all the time, it just had the wrong name on the face sheet. It was ‘John Bland’. Maybe that’s far more apt than I’d like to admit. That said, it took a dozen phone calls and general ‘going around in circles’ manoeuvering for much of the day to resolve and the exchange rate is still naff of course, so not the best of days. Far from the worst too. You have to try catching a TAAG flight out of Luanda on a day when the airline’s not sure where the plane is, to have a really bad day. Or get killed in a road crash, that would be a really very very bad sort of day.
A quick tip before I close.
If travelling by train and wish to drown out the mindless drivel coming from the verbose numpties around you, then an I Pod loaded with Porcupine Tree soundscapes at a pertinent volume level, works wonders.
No commuting tomorrow, thank you GOD.