Scam

Evidence of a scam, as Covid cases rise again. This was B’s phone this morning! It hasn’t left the house since the day we returned from the diagnosis, Bluetooth and location services are off. Be aware! 

An up down day. I only slept a total of about three hours last night, and took ages to motivate myself. I started by importing photos from my phone to the laptop, so many of them it was laborious. I noticed also that my storage is almost full, when this is over I will need to spend time deleting. 

I was interrupted by a call from a hospice counsellor. B’s doctor had recommended I take bereavement support and she wanted to get the ball rolling with form filling over the phone as there is a 3-4 week wait. I have no idea if I want or need it, but she was very kind and as she probed deeper it was difficult to hold the tears back. She assured me I was normal, although I really don’t feel normal! 

Maybe I should have taken a break then, but decided to crack on with some of the calls. Every bank, building society, utility company, insurance company is different in their requirements and practice. They all want to know so much, and they take ages! I managed four today and gave up. Argos pet insurance is going to beat me! I tried to log on to B’s account and go through their ‘pet portal’, but despite having all log in details I didn’t have the portal passcode. So, I called the helpline. I went through several inputs of numbers - policy number, B’s date of birth, numbers from postcode, pressed no. 6 for ‘anything else’ and nothing! No person, no music, just nothing. I hung on for 10 minutes with total silence. Started again pressing no. 4 for a change and the same thing happened. I emailed the help@ as described on the website and it came back as undelivered! 

By this time I was really fed up, so I shoved Dog in the car and drove to the golf course to give him a run. Stilll wasn’t feeling great and when a friend messaged asking if I wanted company, I declined. I feel bad, and guilty when I do that, but I knew I wouldn’t be fun to be around, and sometimes just need to be miserable. 

I watched some tennis and rubbish tv, and then as I went out to lock the front door before going to bed, I found a bouquet of flowers in the porch which must have been delivered while I was out with dog ( I came in through the back door) from one of James’ friends. Some people are just so kind, I haven’t seen them in years. 
So, to bed again and hoping for a more positive day tomorrow.