Thursday, 15 May 2014
I am not a Grumpy Old Man. I'm not old yet for a start. However this evening whilst trying to log into a bank account I received the following (amongst many other) message:
I have no need of an overdraft nor any loans and the account is not a premier one with benefits related to income so why do I need to tell them my income? The problem is that if you don't answer the questions you can't access your accounts. Whyyyyyy?
The last few days I have felt overwhelmed. So many emotions have been churning around. The number of things which need attention, the amount of clutter to be sorted, the things I want to achieve and the planning for the summer have all seemed to be much bigger tasks than they are in reality. And I've been visiting friends and none is as fit as when I left 6 months ago.
I need to change my house insurance. I have been with the same insurer for years. I am, as a consequence, paying over twice as much as quotes I have had from other reputable companies and nearly £1000 more than a friend with a larger house in an urban area is paying with an equally reputable company. Now I haven't checked the wording of all the policies. Have you? Of course you haven't. Why? Well one reason could be that if your car is insured with Endsleigh the policy will run to 37,674 words. That is more than Orwell's classic novel Animal Farm. Apparently 73% of people do not read their car insurance policies.
On the bright side Nissan is trialling a new 'self-cleaning' paint that's resistant to rain and dirt. That should cheer us all up no end.
Oh yes. It's Thursday. I should be thankful. I am. There is an hour and forty minutes (BST) to go until it's tomorrow. There is a sporting chance that I will have survived another day.