It's a day when little things keep happening. Nothing major, just annoyances. For example, having retaxed my car in good time before it ran out at the end of September, it only just occurred to me that, having done it online, I'd never received the disc. So I've rung and reported it, and am now heartily relieved that I haven't been stopped in the meantime. Not displaying the disc is an offence in itself and I don't know to what extent my explanation would be accepted. At least now it's reported I should be all right between now and when it arrives. I'd rather not find out though.
I'm just about to go into town to check if the letting agent has paid this month's rent into my account. If not, I'll have to make a complaint. As I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, I owed most of it in fees to them anyway. Last Friday I had a statement which showed that they'd removed it and paid the rest into my account. On Monday pm it wasn't there and I think it's about damn time as the tenant paid it on 29th October. If it's there now, I'll have to check again next month to make sure the delay was because they were taking the money I owed them out, because there's no reason at all why they can't simply pass it straight on. If it isn't, I'll have to ask why not.
Mind you, I'm not uncheerful. I turned off my phone yesterday as I was at a study day (social history of art 1850-2000 in Paris and New York) and when I turned it on here there wasn't a signal, so I only just received a lovely message from a friend. Thanks, lovely friend xx.
Feeling a little dispirited (this was before I got the message) I put a pizza into the oven for lunch. It was that or resort to alcohol and alcohol must remain a pleasure and never be something to turn to - but I fancied a little naughtiness. Now I feel a little too-fullness, so I'll cycle into town to work it off. And to check my bank balance.
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Blimey, you get about a bit on your study days, don't you? New York and Paris?
I wish I got lovely messages once in a while. Once, actually, would be nice.
dave, you took the words right out of my mouth! she must have forgotten to tell us about the teleporting course she did last year.
Paris and New York were in brackets, therefore part of the subject of the study day. *Sigh*.
You see what I have to put up with, everyone? Not that they aren't darlings and all.
BTW, Dand, I got a parcel today. Has yours arrived? I haven't had time to open it yet.
Surprise messages are the best.
Pizza at lunch is nice from time to time, too.
You should have seen the comment I left at Pat's PI the other day :-) And dave, I think, has outdone himself in the post that follows this one. I do find a little humour goes a long way, in these darkened days.
BTW, z, yes I did! I collected it from the PO this morning. A bit squat, but otherwise a bundle of delight. My life is now complete. How about yours?
My friend remembered an anniversary, when not even the rest of my family did, although it was on my mind all day. Exceptionally thoughtful.
I have read Pat's posts, but not all the comments, Dand. Have you been cheeky again? And yes, I've opened it and I think it's charming - Squiffany will be thrilled with it. I'm not sure I've ever received anything with a Russian postmark before, which was a bit of added glee.
My husband bought me an incredible bottle of dessert wine yesterday while on an adventure to the Apple Hill area of Placerville, California yesterday. I thought about the warm feeling I got when I tasted it as soon as I read "that or resort to alcohol".
I'm quite content to drink everyday wine - er - everyday, but when I have a really good wine, it is something else, isn't it?
Absolutely. My palate is very sweet and picky. I would rather not waste the calories on wine that doesn't taste good to me, no matter how expensive. So, I am really happy to find something I love.
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