NOT a bin find!

I spent a very long time this morning on the phone to the DWP (Department of Work and Pensions). I wanted to change the bank account that my monthly fortune is paid into. Well, when I eventually got to speak to a person, through a maze of about a dozen mutual-choice options, I was just about tearing my hair out.

I changed the boiler insurance no bother, then went to change O2. A notice on my account helpfully suggested that I should get the bank to do it for me - it’s much quicker! But I was told by the bank teller last week that I had to do it - they couldn’t! Hmmm…

Then Archie and I took a walk. We found this wee bike. It can’t be a ‘bin find’ - there was no bin nearby.

In the afternoon JR and Archie walked into town and back to collect a new pair of shoes. JR’s step count, with the gym visit as well, was 15,325 - nearly 10kg! Incredible.

But not unusual, she informs me.

I watched most of the Trump Inauguration. Fascinating.