What a week of ugh... If ever three letters can sum up the feeling of exasperation, despair, anger, sadness, annoyance, cold in my head then those three letters can.
I lost my silly wallet because I am very silly and I need someone to pick things up after me because I am the most scatter brained soul you will ever meet that is not designed for this life in a solo capacity. All in all that is just a fancy way of saying I need a maid or lots of chains to attach stuff to me in a non S&M type of way.
3:30pm I boldly park in the disabled space and dash in with my passport to withdraw all my cash as banks close at weekends and at 4pm.
Once I made it through the timed locks I entered into a party. Yes a party with champagne and lots of sweets and cake.
'Would you like some champagne dear?'
'I would adore some champagne but sadly I am driving.'
'Have some orange juice love, and here take a sweet.'
'Why thank you..'
Maybe I overdid it with the flu medicine, I'm not tripping - right? I looked at the smiling staff handing out sweets and champagne and I smiled at them too - good times I thought as I sucked on my hard boiled sweet with my flute of orange juice queuing for the teller.
'Don't those sweets remind you of your childhood luv?'
'Yes they really do!'
Then another lovely lady came out of nowhere and shoved a biscuit in my hand.
'There yah are luv - eat up!'
'Thank you! Mmm what's going on?'
'It's 100 years since we have been here - we are celebrating!'
'Wonderful!'
'Delightful!'
'Terrific!'
Got my money from the very sweet teller who patiently listened to me as I tried to talk over the sweets in my mouth. Grabbed another biscuit. Drove the car quickly from the disabled spot. Realised that I adore Ulster Bank even more for that. read more