Helen (heleninwales) wrote,
Helen
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I got there in the end...

Yesterday was one of those days when nothing went wrong exactly, but there were various niggles and extra hurdles, one major one being entirely my own fault.

The morning started well. I got up early enough to just catch the rubbish collection for the theme of Morning for the weekly alphabet photo challenge. The recycling was collected while I was still in bed, but here is the residual waste lorry just leaving after emptying our wheelie bin.

Refuse collection

Then the first niggle was checking my email to find a message saying that someone was trying to reset my password. This is the account that is just my firstname lastname at gmail dot com. I created that Gmail account back when Google's mail was in beta testing and you needed an invite code to have an account. All subsequent Helens-who-share-my-surname will have a number to distinguish them from me. That doesn't stop numerous Helens-who-share-my-surname from signing up for accounts using my email address and, in this case, one of them was trying to get into what she thought was her account, but of course it wasn't, so I got the notification about the password reset request. After deleting that email, the next one was from some American "Christian" who had forwarded an appalling and fatuous Support Trump message. Normally I delete such things, but I actually Replied To All pointing out that I was British and way to the left of Hillary Clinton and please not to send me such stuff again. I then blocked the sender!

After that, despite feeling gloomy for no reason at all, expect perhaps it was the gloomy weather, I was reasonably productive. I knitted more of the sweater and proofread the final two chapters of G's book on teaching numeracy on vocational courses.

Then I thought I'd better go to the garage to collect the Daihatsu which had been having a bit of work done to get it through the MOT. It was supposed to be ready, but I more than half expected it not to be because the small thing usually turns into something larger and it ends up taking longer than the garage said it should. I took a tiny bag with just my phone and a bit of cash, thinking that if it wasn't ready, I could walk on into town and buy a cake and the local paper and get a bit of exercise.

Expect it was ready! Great, I thought, I'll drive to the Co-op and do a big shop.

And thus it was that I found myself standing at the checkout with a trolley full of stuff totalling over £59 and with no way of paying for it! Aaaaaargh! I felt so stupid. How could I have forgotten that I had only planned to buy a few things and thus didn't have my debit or credit cards with me?

Fortunately the Co-op have a system of dealing with such mishaps. Instead of having to cancel the transaction and then re-scan everything when I returned with my debit card, the nice young woman on the till said she could save it and then when I came back to pay, all would be well. So I quickly drove home, grabbed my bank cards and returned to the Co-op sheepish and apologetic. "Don't worry," the nice young woman said, "Someone does it every day but now we can just save the transaction and complete it later, it's no big deal."

Thankfully, today has gone a lot more smoothly. :)
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