Yesterday, we got home from work and realised the electric wasn’t working, which we couldn’t understand as there was still £1.64 on the metre. Phoned the landlord to ask what company we were with so we knew who to phone and he said he’d come round and have a look.
Turns out we were on -£1.64 and had been cut off.
Our landlord now hates us.
Carol went to take the cardboard out at work, and there was a couple having it off next to the bins!! Grim!
Spent the whole afternoon at work on the phone to Streamline and BT, trying to sort out the disconnected card machine and the fault on the phone line. STRESSFUL! Just text the big boss to tell him I’ve organised an engineer to come in tomorrow, and he’s apologised for me having a shitty day and thanked me for getting everything under control, nice that he’s acknowledged it :)
The only way out is through.
Lovely walk in the sunshine, found a sizzling pub and had some lunch in the beer garden, including a MASSIVE curly wurly sharer sundae thing, om a nom nom. Took a detour route back by playing ‘take it in turns to decide which way to turn at each junction’ and saw areas we’d never seen before.
P.J’s fairy lights, blankets and nap time kind of evening now.
Woke up early, vanilla pastries breakfast in bed whilst watching a film, the sun is shining, so I think it’s time to head off for a walk and try and find a pub with a beer garden.