I shall carry on. I’m warning you it will end up a bit Marydoll novella.
Although I had booked and paid for my train tickets on Sunday, not having a smartphone, I was unable to get physical tickets as the office and machine were not open/working. I expected a conductor on the train, but no, I had to queue for 15 minutes at St. Pancras to get one. A few minutes to buy lunch, a very long walk to get the tube to Paddington. There, I had about 8 minutes to get the train. Inevitably, it was at the opposite side of the station. I walked to the end of the train for my prebooked seat, only to find there was no trace of the reservation. I sat in the seat anyway. As the train drew out, the pre was an announcement that the train was “half size” and that reservations were not to be used! Yea, thanks!
Smooth journey to the last stop. Then I had to change trains for Templemeads. Naturally, it was late, was on a different platform…?
Got to DD’s as they drew up from their morning out. DGD1 ran to greet and hug me. Lovely,
I called DHIn the early evening, only to find out that another drama was unfolding re. Philip’s house sale. This time, the solicitor was unable to find out the redemption value before sale (due Friday!) went through. Apparently, there were arrears. How could that be, since the bank has been advised in _ person_, cara a cara, less than a week after he’d died! We’d also taken all the other necessary paperwork as it came through! The incompetence beggars belief. DH, normally a mild person (and was the manager of that very bank and branch before retirement), gave them a right royal rollicking and is now crossing everything that a balance is emailed this morning,
Will al this ever end? It’s not as though it was an unusual event - people die all the time, mortgages need repayment for most house sales, etc. How come then do they make such a mess of things?
Thank you all for everything. I hope today is good for al. ????❤️☀️❤️???