Monday, 9 June 2008

Phew!

You may remember the sorry tale of my damaged hob and the £250 excess demanded by the Insurance Company.

I had to write the cheque for the whole sum last week...

Got a phone call to say I had omitted to sign the cheque! Was this our old friend Mr Freud at work I ask myself? Anyway I sent the (duly signed) cheque off at the weekend and wondered how long I would have to wait for the money. I could carry this comfortably for a while but in about 6 weeks was going to have a bit of a cash flow problem.

Worry ye not!

The cheque arrived in the post this morning and I have made a special trip to the Bank with it. My Bank balance looks very healthy indeed just now, but I have to return funds to my cash ISA and then it will look its normal self.
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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

All that cash, not to mention all that wonderful food - no wonder the milkman has his eyes on you. What a catch! lol.

9 June 2008 at 13:12
Elaine said...

Of course, I am quite a catch, so why am I always passed up? ;-)

9 June 2008 at 16:39
Anonymous said...

Perhaps not in the right place at the right time? Forget the blooming scrabble - go for the dance-hall!

9 June 2008 at 20:28
Elaine said...

Oh dickiebo, what good advice - shame about the 2 left feet! However, all other suggestions welcomed.

9 June 2008 at 21:07

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