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Sep. 29th, 2020 05:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsI upgraded my phone a few days ago. The new one had a rather limited amount of notification sounds, so I've been trying one out of Yoda announcing messages. It makes me laugh, but also starts with this sort of cackle which is very unnerving when it comes from my phone when I'm charging it during the night.
Lucy's sister friended me on FB and has added me to a group chat because she's arranging a high tea for after the wedding. It's a lovely idea and means I've an excuse to get a fascinator to go with my new dress as she wants it to be formal, but I am worried about COVID restrictions. They're getting tightened up even further in the NE from midnight tonight, making it illegal to meet anyone inside unless they're in your bubble/support bubble. I know weddings can have gatherings up to 15 people at the moment, but I have no idea how that ties in with these new regulations. I'm a witness so will see her marry regardless, but everything else seems so unsure.
The bank lady didn't phone yesterday but redeemed herself today. When James called her yesterday she said the appointment had been cancelled by us, which, nope. We'd been sitting with all our documents ready for the hour-long appointment. She couldn't explain how it had happened but arranged a new appointment for Thursday. Then today she phoned again and said she'd been lying in bed trying to work out what had happened, and had got an idea that she checked out when she was at work. It turns out they had a very old phone number of James' on file, probably the one he had when we first took out the mortgage a long time ago, and it must have been recycled by EE. The person who has it now would have received a text message saying about the appointment and any info needed, and in that message, you can also cancel the upcoming appointment, which apparently they've done, twice.
We also had more hassle with the closmat when it tripped again, which led to the actual closomat engineer having to come up from down south to look at it, and he said the unit was fine and it was the fuse box, meaning the electrician from yesterday had to come back again. While he wasn't out and out rude it was apparent he thought he didn't need to be there and pointedly said he'd finished fitting yet another box as he was leaving. Hopefully, it doesn't trip again because I suspect he'll be most put out to be called out again.
Blood donating day again tomorrow. This time I'll remember to take my own drink as I can't see the tea table being back yet.
Lucy's sister friended me on FB and has added me to a group chat because she's arranging a high tea for after the wedding. It's a lovely idea and means I've an excuse to get a fascinator to go with my new dress as she wants it to be formal, but I am worried about COVID restrictions. They're getting tightened up even further in the NE from midnight tonight, making it illegal to meet anyone inside unless they're in your bubble/support bubble. I know weddings can have gatherings up to 15 people at the moment, but I have no idea how that ties in with these new regulations. I'm a witness so will see her marry regardless, but everything else seems so unsure.
The bank lady didn't phone yesterday but redeemed herself today. When James called her yesterday she said the appointment had been cancelled by us, which, nope. We'd been sitting with all our documents ready for the hour-long appointment. She couldn't explain how it had happened but arranged a new appointment for Thursday. Then today she phoned again and said she'd been lying in bed trying to work out what had happened, and had got an idea that she checked out when she was at work. It turns out they had a very old phone number of James' on file, probably the one he had when we first took out the mortgage a long time ago, and it must have been recycled by EE. The person who has it now would have received a text message saying about the appointment and any info needed, and in that message, you can also cancel the upcoming appointment, which apparently they've done, twice.
We also had more hassle with the closmat when it tripped again, which led to the actual closomat engineer having to come up from down south to look at it, and he said the unit was fine and it was the fuse box, meaning the electrician from yesterday had to come back again. While he wasn't out and out rude it was apparent he thought he didn't need to be there and pointedly said he'd finished fitting yet another box as he was leaving. Hopefully, it doesn't trip again because I suspect he'll be most put out to be called out again.
Blood donating day again tomorrow. This time I'll remember to take my own drink as I can't see the tea table being back yet.
