Friday, 7 October 2011

Bank Rupture

So I'm off again, in a moment, in the eternal driving rain, to try and sort out the bank once and for all. Marie, at the Maghera branch, was as good as her word, at least, and the forms duly came but I will once again have to go trotting into town with me pass-port and death-certificate and wait for them to find a way to fuck this up.

I also found out, by chance, that Kelly had been paying for contents insurance on a house she hasn't lived in for five years. I'm not sure what the legal position is there, I suspect the money is gone forever, but I'll have a go at getting it back. Running into walls is my job now - no wonder my teeth are falling out of my head.

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