Terrible week – and I just hate it when people just witter(!) on about their pathetic little problems. Roll on Monday.
This week has presented me with the two payments I absolutely loathe -congestion charge and library fines -stupidly slid into the western sone congetion cahrge aea while try to avoid traaffic snharl up -0 wasn’t worth it – should have waited in the queue – t’would have been cheaper. Then I am firmly convinced that anyone who gets books back to the library late is a fool -I obviously am, particularly when one can easily lengthen the loan on the web.
My last moan is that the battery was flat on my car so I couldn’t get to Pilates. This shouldn’t happen as there is warning noise (or should be when I open to the door) At least the insurance covered this call out and it was very, very prompt -good for you Green Flag.
Pity about that because I was driving back after seeing one of the best plays I’ve ever seen – Arthur Miller’s Breaking Glass. At the risk of sounding very aged, I feel that they don’t write plays like that today.
Of course, lest I forget the other annoyance – I waited in all day on Friday for a man to service the burglar alarm from 8.30 – when I phone at 5pm they said the appointment as not on his list ——next week MUST BE BETTER.