One way and another it’s been a frustrating few days.
About ten days ago a friend and regular blog-commenter emailed to tell me that she had not seen any of her recent comments appear in the list which follows each post. I tried to sort it out myself (unsuccessfully, which is not surprising since beyond Microsoft packages, my technical know-how is more of a don’t-know-how)! As I delved deeper and deeper into the available maintenance screens, clicking this icon and that, I worried that I’d press some button which decimated the entire blog. It was such a pain setting it up in the beginning (but you were worth it, dear readers), I’m not sure I could have faced starting again from scratch! The good news is that whilst writing this post, the problem has been resolved by a very helpful man at WordPress.
On Monday a parcel arrived containing two dresses ordered online. I don’t buy many clothes nowadays but we have the gym ‘Ascot’ Ladies day later this week and I’d decided to treat myself to a summery frock. Still not up to training around shops for too long (the short distance from the car park to the bank had all but finished me off the week before), that evening I’d surfed and searched and thought I’d found. Why do I never learn? They have since been returned. I have a new dress (but not very summery – though if the current weather continues that’s really not going to matter) still with labels bought in the sale after Christmas so that will have to do.
On Tuesday I rang to book my car in for a service explaining that I had been offered a half-price one due to several errors which occurred when my car went in for some work to be done under the manufacturer’s recall scheme. There was no note to this effect on my account but fortunately I had a letter. I am good with paperwork; I file it diligently. Could I find it? I searched and searched – seemingly for hours – and eventually found it in the bag waiting for shredding! Heaven knows how it got in there.
On Wednesday I fired off a polite, but unmistakably annoyed, email to the CEO of Tesco. I’d been in correspondence with their Customer Service department since 28th May and was getting nowhere. I’ll explain in a later post when the issue is resolved.
On Thursday I attended the Fracture clinic at the hospital. I am still in a fair bit of discomfort after breaking a metatarsal bone my foot. Curiously the pain, for the most part, is not where the fracture was. I described how this manifests itself in detail. The doctor nodded knowingly. I won’t go into detail but suffice to say that he mentioned possible nerve damage. I have to go back in six weeks time. Worst case scenario is surgery but it has limited success.
On Friday I tried on the two pairs of sandals I bought just before the accident. Hah! No chance! I will have to buy yet another pair (this time with adjustable straps) to take on holiday as for various reasons (straps in the wrong place, not flat enough) various pairs of old sandals don’t work either.
This morning I went to pay at the checkout in Tesco only to find that my debit card wasn’t in my purse. I’ve looked through every handbag, even ones I haven’t used in Reporting a lost card can apparently be done online, so you plough through the various screens only to find that unless you have the card to put in the PIN card reader, you can’t report it online. If I had the card I wouldn’t be reporting it lost, would I? Or is there something I don’t understand? The telephone call was even more frustrating than trying to do it online. After answering the robot’s numerous security questions I was then put through to a real person. “Where did you lose it?” he asked. Well, if I knew that it wouldn’t be lost! “When did you last use it?” I couldn’t remember, but possibly on Friday. “What was your last transaction?” (Isn’t that the same question)? On and on they went as I repeated the same information over and over.
But over this same frustrating period I have seen both my sons, all five of my beautiful grandchildren, I’ve been out with lovely friends for lunch, been constantly supplied with cups of coffee by Husband whilst I sit resting with my foot up, and now the sun is shining. Life’s not bad – and maybe I’ll need that summery dress for Thursday after all.
How’s your week going?