Jill's having a rough time with her throat. It's nearly a week since the op to remove her tonsils and she seems to be in more pain with each passing day. Her throat has bled a little this last two days, but this is normal apparently. Just the scabs coming away. Yuck! What's also normal according to the literature they sent her home with is bad breath. Jeeez, it is stomach-churningly awful!
The staff at the eye clinic were true to their word, and I now have an appointment to see a specialist next week. This is good news, so I just knew summat bad would have to come along (I'm becoming a regular pessimist aren't I?).
Hey, what's this? A letter from the building society who, with less than a month to go on my contract with them, have decided to tell me that when the new year kicks in, the rate they gave me two years ago will cease to be effective and my monthly mortgage repayments will hop up a few brown and blue notes. Don't worry, they say, they'll take care of the direct debits, I don't need to do a thing. Great! Thanks a bunch. I am free to look elsewhere, of course, but get another lender sorted out in three weeks?! Well, maybe I could have done, but there's now the small factoid that I'd be damn lucky to get anyone to give me a mortgage now the redundancy is a certainly come January 2006. Damn and bugger. They could've given me a little more notice than this, I'm sure.
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