Got up at around 9am to some credit card agency dude asking me if I'd thought about direct debit and when the hell was I going to pay them the money I owe them. Dammit. I told him I was getting some money soon, but it was dragging on and it would be real soon. He said fine and went away. But now of course I was up.
The loan cheque arrived this morning so now I can pay all that stuff I owe and get through the next few months till hopefully I sell the house and we can all move on in more ways than one. Trouble is it's probably going to be freaking wednesday before the cheque clears. Can anyone tell me in this day and age WHY do companies still use paper cheques sent through the post and WHY does it take three working days to "clear". The money could be in my account instantly. I'll tell you why because banks are greedy (expletive deleted)s and have it all their own way. I tell you something if I won that 125 million pounds on Euromillions the other week I would have used some of that money set up a foundation to lobby to change that. I can't count the amount of times that process has (bleeped) me up the (toot). Anyway...
Had to be at junction 27 on the M5 to pick up the kiddles at about 1pm, so set off around 11.30.
Got there bang on 1pm. Ruth and the kids didn't arrive till about 1.30pm. Hmph. Still had a little time to clean the car up a bit before they got there. When they arrived got to meet Ruth's partner Richard for the first time. Seems like a nice guy. Despite all the bad blood between me and Ruth lately, I'm happy she's at least found someone to be with. Maybe one day we'll be friends again, but for now that's not going to happen. More of that some other time. This isn't a forum for washing my dirty laundry. :)
Lovely having the kids back. They seem to have had a genuinely nice time, despite the fact that Ruth's house in Cornwall is tiny and not really designed to house four people.
So after a hectic and yet kid free week, everything as they say is back to normal. WHatever that means.