No thunderstorms this morning but there is a cool(ish) wind. Mind you, my phone app tells me we are running at 26° now in the middle of the day. Some places are a lot hotter!
Yesterday we had an appointment at our bank (unlike many people, we are fortunate enough to have a bank with an actual office in the town centre) to review various things to do with our accounts. I made this appointment when I went in on Monday with a quick transaction that took longer than expected and led to further bank-related stuff. Yesterday morning, having realised that keeping the appointment would involve travelling by bus at just about the hottest time of the day (29° to 30°), we decided to postpone it, rearrange for a cooler day. The young lady I spoke to on Wednesday had given me ‘her’ phone number and so it should have been a simple matter of a quick phone call.
“I’ll give you my number”, she said. But when I rang it turned out to be a general national number for the bank. So first I had to listen to a lot of information about how I could do things online but if I still wanted to speak to someone I would be in a queue. “Here’s some music!” Well, yes, music interspersed with still more information about things you could do online! After five or ten minutes I was connected to a person. Once I had explained what I needed to do, he asked for some security proof. Could I give him certain specific digits from the magic number I use when I log on to their online banking? I did so. It didn’t work, probably because I don’t use an App on my phone. So could I give him details of a recent payment into my account? Well, yes, if he waited while I logged on to the system on my iPad. Hurrah! It worked! He then needed to know at which branch of the bank I wanted my rearranged appointment to take place. I could see such and such a person, he told me. But no, I wanted to see the original advisor I spoke to the other day. Finally I got it sorted. A simple phone call to the local branch would have been so much easier than a lot of automated nonsense which took a good half hour of my day! Fingers crossed I have no problems with the new appointment!
Rant over!
Now, I am fond of new words. Here’s one that has popped up as a friend’s “word of the day”: anyhowly. Apparently it’s East African English or Singaporean English. Originally it meant in any way, under any circumstances. Later it has been used to mean randomly, haphazardly, without direction or planning. I need to find ways to bring it into use within the family.
Here’s something that popped up on one of my social media feeds about Mr Trump and his misappropriation of music:
Leonard Cohen's family flatly refused to let the Criminal-in-Chief use Leonard's song, "Hallelujah" (as he'd promised he would) at the rally that he used to replace the concert that all of the musicians refused to perform for said Criminal. In informing said Criminal about this, Cohen's estate & family wound up their correspondence with the phrase:
“Thank you for your attention to this matter.”
And here’s an amusing comment about Brexit.
On the subject of prime ministers, here’s something else I found online:
“Oh how the mainstream media and the political establishment rewrite history.
Look at how they are fawning over Andy Burnham at the moment.
He’s being treated like a returning messiah, with politicians queuing up for selfies and journalists offering nothing but praise.
No one seems to question the sheer entitlement or the fact that he lost two previous leadership elections.
The red carpet has been rolled out, and any real opposition has been completely cleared away.
Yet, contrast that with how Jeremy Corbyn is treated.
When Jeremy is mentioned, the media acts like he’s something unpleasant they’ve stepped in, completely erasing what actually happened under his leadership.
But the facts speak for themselves, under Jeremy Corbyn, the Labour Party had zero debt, became the largest political party in Europe, and secured millions more actual votes than the current government managed.
Why is a man who has achieved so little treated like a god, while the leader who built the biggest grassroots political movement in modern British history is either ridiculed or completely erased?
The double standards are incredible .
It shows who the establishment is really trying to protect.
Stay safe ❤️”
There you go.
Life goes on. Stay safe and well and cool, everyone!
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