Virgin Money do allow you to pay in cheques to the online app by photographing them.
I didn't remain a customer long enough to find out. There was something about changing from a nice cosy named bank with local branches and people I could go in and actually talk to, to something named a Money Shop several miles away that just rankled. What made it worse was that YB bought VM and decided to ditch their old name in favour of the super-cool (I suppose) Virgin branding. Anyway it didn't work as they have now closed many branches and been bought out by Nationwide - which as a building society appeals more to my mildly lefty mind set.
So, there I am, playing the guitar in an upstairs room. Minding me own business. Then I glance outside and there's a couple of teenage lads looking up, pointing up at the window, laughing and imitating my arm movements.
Why, for the love of God? What entertainment is there to be gained from mocking a total stranger doing something as mundane and normal as playing a fecking guitar?
Someone out there with some understanding of psychology must be able to answer that. "Because they're cretins/morons/twats" doesn't really cover it; that's just restating the question, not providing an answer.
I'm genuinely bewildered what motivates this sort of idiocy.
Wild guess, they couldn’t see much or any of the guitar from that angle and thought you looked as if you were doing something sexual, which is inherently funny to teenagers
Wild guess, they couldn’t see much or any of the guitar from that angle and thought you looked as if you were doing something sexual, which is inherently funny to teenagers
Interesting idea, but the miming was clearly guitar and when I saw them and stopped playing they shouted something about not being able to hear it any more.
Bollocks. Struggling with stress at work, some kind of bug has just knocked me for six. Several hours later, after two paracetamol and two extra hours in bed, I just feel a bit weak and wobbly, but I'm pissed off with this. I've used all my sick leave already this year (more time sick in the last 7 months than the last decade, I reckon), and I'm fed up with not being able to get back to my fitness levels of last year without hitting the buffers first. Especially with cricket tour coming up, where I need to be well enough to drive round the Netherlands (amongst other entertainments).
Stress-related or post-viral I don't know, but fatigue can go get medieval on itself with the rusty farm implement.
I sympathise. I'm tired pretty well all the time, on account of a cocktail of Ailments, but yes...fatigue, however caused, is just so bloody exhausting...
I'd like some ice-cream, but my tiny little fridge only has a small freezer shelf, which is full of Chips at the moment...
When we lived in West Africa, we had a fridge which was the opposite of the Tardis; i.e. it was so well insulated that it was much smaller inside than it looked. We (usually) had electricity from about 8am-2pm and then 7pm-1am which was sufficient to run it. However the fridge could also be run on paraffin and, because the electricity supply was not only unreliable but week, we'd use both if we wanted to "fast freeze" anything (meat or fish).
I'd like some ice-cream, but my tiny little fridge only has a small freezer shelf, which is full of Chips at the moment...
When we lived in West Africa, we had a fridge which was the opposite of the Tardis; i.e. it was so well insulated that it was much smaller inside than it looked. We (usually) had electricity from about 8am-2pm and then 7pm-1am which was sufficient to run it. However the fridge could also be run on paraffin and, because the electricity supply was not only unreliable but week, we'd use both if we wanted to "fast freeze" anything (meat or fish).
Those old paraffin fridges were indestructible, you lit the wick of the burner at the bottom and topped up the paraffin tank and everything stayed cold. My mother inherited a 1940s classic from an aunt in Zambia and it lasted 60 years before it was stolen and no doubt is still a cherished family heirloom somewhere. I'd pay to get it back again (TICTH modern appliances with built-in obsolescence).
I'd like some ice-cream, but my tiny little fridge only has a small freezer shelf, which is full of Chips at the moment...
I will point out that a 500ml tub of Ben & Jerry's can be consumed in a single sitting.
This is a cause of one of my silliest habits.
I really like Ben & Jerry’s (or similar fancy ice cream) and so there is usually some in my freezer. But I know if I open it I will definitely consume it in one go… and so I never open it, until it eventually expires and I dispose of the whole uneaten tub.
And yes, I know I need help
(I do eat ice cream from shops when out and about, because the portions offered are more controlled… although ‘just one scoop’ is a phrase I find impossible to say )
If it'll help, you can send any of your unexpired tubs of Ben & Jerry's to Me, and I'll make sure they are disposed of swiftly, safely, and with style...
I'd like some ice-cream, but my tiny little fridge only has a small freezer shelf, which is full of Chips at the moment...
I will point out that a 500ml tub of Ben & Jerry's can be consumed in a single sitting.
This is a cause of one of my silliest habits.
I really like Ben & Jerry’s (or similar fancy ice cream) and so there is usually some in my freezer. But I know if I open it I will definitely consume it in one go… and so I never open it, until it eventually expires and I dispose of the whole uneaten tub.
And yes, I know I need help
(I do eat ice cream from shops when out and about, because the portions offered are more controlled… although ‘just one scoop’ is a phrase I find impossible to say )
Ice cream doesn't really expire. The worst that happens is a few too many ice crystals. No more ice cream crimes among the passengers on this ship, please!
@Alan29 the first time I read your post my brain processed it as saying that your bank merged with the Virgin Mary. The mind boggled rather badly at this concept!
Maybe not so much CTH as have realised I regret my years away from the Ship!
Working on sailing vessels meant for a good few years I wasn’t posting on anything much at all coz no internet apart from ashore in a bar (not able/willing to pay for roaming data!), but I regret not getting back into it after coming ashore, especially given the time I waste on Facebook (as opposed to time spent well there connecting with friends scattered all over the place), I wish I’d got back into the habit of the community here, and regret not interacting again with those lovely shipmates in Glory. I therefore low-key Call My Past Online Self To Hellish-All Saints.
Where else other than The Ship could this little paragraph casually and properly pop up without anyone even noticing, [virtually] using the exciting long word lots of nerdy kids revel in learning; “antidisestablishmentarianism”?
I am a disestablishmentarian and my father-in-law in a retired vicar and an antidisestablismentarian. He makes a good argument for it too. @alienfromzog in the Purg thread about the Trump Bible
Thanks, alienfromzog, for waking the nerdy small child within me up with a weird little spike of delight
Today's grumble came from yesterday's sweeping effort in the garden. I got myself nicely organised with rake, broom, dustpan, radio (on softly) and green bin and very happily doing my thing, when out comes man across the way with his noisy leaf blower. Trying to be kind I hope he doesn't have a health condition which prevents him from sweeping, or perhaps he is just time poor, but he really messed up my pleasure in my quiet sweeping. Poo on him
Or he could just be a bloke who likes noisy gadgets - like the one who does my lawn - he's a friend whom I pay and I think he uses the money to buy more of them. At least my hearing aids can be turned off.
I'm glad you have that option @Huia. I do suspect that some who use that equipment do love gadgets! My husband would be one of them, I don't know why he doesn't have a leaf blower as he seems to have every other gadget known to man (and woman) Perhaps there is one hiding in the garage that has not surfaced yet!
I do have to say that the one gadget that I love is the battery powered lawnmower. o nasty fumes and as it's lightweight cheery son finds it ok to use and he keeps the lawns done for us.
For some considerable time, I've been quietly condemning the on-going parking dramas at my end of the cul-de-sac which has shifted from only being a problem at school in and out time to an all day and night event. I've been giving thanks I don't own a vehicle to add to it all and trying to be tolerant, knowing parking is at a premium, but also getting increasingly frustrated by the high levels of pavement parking/obstruction/blocking with little consideration for the needs of others.
One particular vehicle and its people have now got past quiet condemnation and shifted over to having being reported for being a pavement obstruction (after I'd thought to check its tax and MOT status) as it was carefully placed on the pavement space outside my house (which is wide enough for two cars) from a tow truck late last night. It had been taken away after a couple of its windows had been broken. And hadn't actually moved from the spot it had occupied in the middle of the good bit of parking space since last September!
Sounds like my neck of the woods; 5 mins from major hospital and (literally) on the boundary between 2 local government areas. I have not had a car for years and observe the parking abuses with wry amusement/ irritation. It makes life hell for any tradesmen who need to find a park to fix anyone’s domestic disaster and is not helped by the number of SUVs ( doubtless owned by them as NEVER go off-road)
I live in a terrace house. The man next door runs a business ("vape" shops) and keeps his stock in a couple of old transit vans. They were parked outside our house for something like 18 months. Someone must have checked their tax status because the council came asking who they belonged to. The next day they were gone.
I struggle with grief as many of you know, but also… I’m so tired of death. People I grew up seeing on TV and movies and whose music I loved, or even just were there in the background of my universe, plus of course my own loved ones, or even relatives I didn’t know very well (a cousin just died the other day)… more and more of them are just… dying. And of course I’m older and older. It feels like my whole universe, or the universe I grew up with, is being eaten away, piece by piece, person by person, people I thought of as not much older than me when I was in college or such, one by one, just… dying. It’s like there’s been this huge orchestra playing, all my life, and one by one, at first barely perceptible, the performers are stopping and quietly walking out, leaving fewer and fewer. All I can say is thank God, according to my understanding, they’re on the other side, not just extinguished or something like that, both my personal loved ones, people who have brought joy to me, and others. I pray for all of them. But it’s rough. (As Bowling for Soup said in their song “1985,” “She hates time / Make it stop / When did Motley Crue become classic rock?” But of course about mortality…) I suppose this is part of the “human condition,” and (again according to my faith) part of the Fall, not an intrinsically good thing, something we’ll all be done with in the new life, but… it’s rough.
I do agree @ChastMastr, husband and I have closest friends that are at minimum 5 years older than us. Failing something dreadful happening, we anticipate attending their funerals and not many attending our own! It is a sad realisation and LC, I do think that's the only solution!
It is harder I think, to form new social relationships as we get older. I don't think I've made one new friend in the last 10 years. A few acquaintances though!
My experience has been the opposite. The social circle has widened with work( in particular my current-and final-workplace) which is a small service staffed by people who are passionate about the specialty. I sang in multiple liturgical choirs and made many friends who are mostly younger. As for who attends my funeral: I don’t care as a memorial service is on the cards since the mortal remains are heading off to Sydney University.
The fact that my son can go into a store and buy most any pants that he wants in one size with a choice of several different size inseams. If I am lucky I have a choice of regular or petite but usually not. The problem is the short is not always short enough, there is no standard for what petite means even on those rare times I can find them.
Right with you there @Graven Image . Also unreliable sizing. I have clothes that fit me with labels varying from 12 to 24. And all the pants need to be taken up (because good things come in short packages. ).
I'll also agree with you both, sizing is crazy. I buy many things online second hand and I really appreciate vendors who provide measurements other than that on the sizing label, it really helps!
Dear Upstairs Neighbours: just get a bloody divorce already. You would be much happier. Or if you must have blazing rows all the time, could you please desist from having them after midnight at least?
Also, I would be much obliged if you could give over with the constant drilling and hammering. You've been at it for months. What the **** is there left to drill in your apartment?
TICTH vehicle fires, one of which damaged my car (not massively but still damaged) yesterday. My car wasn't on fire--a work vehicle in the apt complex parking lot was.
TICTH diabetic neuropathy and my own fool imprudence, because afterward when I was looking at the back of my car, my bare foot--because I don't feel much of anything in it due to said neuropathy--in what are basically summer temperatures in Florida--on the asphalt--for far too long--got second-degree burns, and I didn't know about it till I got inside and realized it was starting to bleed. :eek:
(On the plus side, today I consign to Heaven the school giving me a class to replace the lost one mentioned above. Still need help from the GoFundMe, but wanted to follow up here about the lost class thing.)
@ChastMastr , Oh what a week you are having. As a fellow neuropathy victim, I understand. I am so sorry, but glad to hear of the good news of an added class.
Some days you just need to give up and try again later. I called our County office for some information. I called person A. Person A had a recording saying I am away from the office please call person B for assistance and a phone number. I called person B phone number. Recording of person B said I am away from the office call person A for assistance with the phone number I had first called.
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Hopefully the acquisition means Nationwide will start doing the same thing, because they don't currently.
I didn't remain a customer long enough to find out. There was something about changing from a nice cosy named bank with local branches and people I could go in and actually talk to, to something named a Money Shop several miles away that just rankled. What made it worse was that YB bought VM and decided to ditch their old name in favour of the super-cool (I suppose) Virgin branding. Anyway it didn't work as they have now closed many branches and been bought out by Nationwide - which as a building society appeals more to my mildly lefty mind set.
Why, for the love of God? What entertainment is there to be gained from mocking a total stranger doing something as mundane and normal as playing a fecking guitar?
Someone out there with some understanding of psychology must be able to answer that. "Because they're cretins/morons/twats" doesn't really cover it; that's just restating the question, not providing an answer.
I'm genuinely bewildered what motivates this sort of idiocy.
Interesting idea, but the miming was clearly guitar and when I saw them and stopped playing they shouted something about not being able to hear it any more.
Stress-related or post-viral I don't know, but fatigue can go get medieval on itself with the rusty farm implement.
When I brought ice-cream out of the freezer, I had to shove it in the microwave in order to scoop some out of the tub!
I'd like some ice-cream, but my tiny little fridge only has a small freezer shelf, which is full of Chips at the moment...
I will point out that a 500ml tub of Ben & Jerry's can be consumed in a single sitting.
Those old paraffin fridges were indestructible, you lit the wick of the burner at the bottom and topped up the paraffin tank and everything stayed cold. My mother inherited a 1940s classic from an aunt in Zambia and it lasted 60 years before it was stolen and no doubt is still a cherished family heirloom somewhere. I'd pay to get it back again (TICTH modern appliances with built-in obsolescence).
This is a cause of one of my silliest habits.
I really like Ben & Jerry’s (or similar fancy ice cream) and so there is usually some in my freezer. But I know if I open it I will definitely consume it in one go… and so I never open it, until it eventually expires and I dispose of the whole uneaten tub.
And yes, I know I need help
(I do eat ice cream from shops when out and about, because the portions offered are more controlled… although ‘just one scoop’ is a phrase I find impossible to say
If it'll help, you can send any of your unexpired tubs of Ben & Jerry's to Me, and I'll make sure they are disposed of swiftly, safely, and with style...
Ice cream doesn't really expire. The worst that happens is a few too many ice crystals. No more ice cream crimes among the passengers on this ship, please!
Working on sailing vessels meant for a good few years I wasn’t posting on anything much at all coz no internet apart from ashore in a bar (not able/willing to pay for roaming data!), but I regret not getting back into it after coming ashore, especially given the time I waste on Facebook (as opposed to time spent well there connecting with friends scattered all over the place), I wish I’d got back into the habit of the community here, and regret not interacting again with those lovely shipmates in Glory. I therefore low-key Call My Past Online Self To Hellish-All Saints.
Where else other than The Ship could this little paragraph casually and properly pop up without anyone even noticing, [virtually] using the exciting long word lots of nerdy kids revel in learning; “antidisestablishmentarianism”?
Thanks, alienfromzog, for waking the nerdy small child within me up with a weird little spike of delight
I do have to say that the one gadget that I love is the battery powered lawnmower. o nasty fumes and as it's lightweight cheery son finds it ok to use and he keeps the lawns done for us.
One particular vehicle and its people have now got past quiet condemnation and shifted over to having being reported for being a pavement obstruction (after I'd thought to check its tax and MOT status) as it was carefully placed on the pavement space outside my house (which is wide enough for two cars) from a tow truck late last night. It had been taken away after a couple of its windows had been broken. And hadn't actually moved from the spot it had occupied in the middle of the good bit of parking space since last September!
It is harder I think, to form new social relationships as we get older. I don't think I've made one new friend in the last 10 years. A few acquaintances though!
Also, I would be much obliged if you could give over with the constant drilling and hammering. You've been at it for months. What the **** is there left to drill in your apartment?
TICTH diabetic neuropathy and my own fool imprudence, because afterward when I was looking at the back of my car, my bare foot--because I don't feel much of anything in it due to said neuropathy--in what are basically summer temperatures in Florida--on the asphalt--for far too long--got second-degree burns, and I didn't know about it till I got inside and realized it was starting to bleed. :eek:
(On the plus side, today I consign to Heaven the school giving me a class to replace the lost one mentioned above. Still need help from the GoFundMe, but wanted to follow up here about the lost class thing.)
(*Excrement)
Sorry to hear it @Piglet - I hope it's a mild dose, and that you're soon better.