God, what a boring day!
Woke up feeling all flu-ridden and crap again. Had to get back on the Lemsips and Strepsils as my throat had pretty much given up!
Stumbled into work. Tidied up a few loose ends. Arranged some visits and reviews. Filled in some forms - had a manic moment and got a case of the giggles thinking about Keith's party while completing someone's benefit application - now people in my office think I am a nutter! Almost fell asleep in a meeting (small room, no air, dull subject. Not my fault!)
Had a row over the phone with Barclaycrud customer services advisers as the situation has still not been resolved. Was promised that a manager would call me back to sort the problem out. Expressed a certain degree of cynicism about whether or not that would actually happen. Was promised faithfully I would get a call back within a couple of hours.
Did I get a call back today?
Did I, fuck!
Useless Barclaycrud! Am renaming them BastardCrud from now on!
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