I've decided that the only way to have a blog is to pretend no-one's reading it and use it as grumble-therapy. After a day of hell (yesterday) with iniquitous companies - Virgin, monopolising trains and phones (and get this, stem cell therapy), plus a certain company refusing to replace a tap that's broke after 2 months' use – I queue up in Lloyds to hear the woes of a nan at the service desk who's just fallen into Lloyds latest trap whereby you are charged £15 per day you're over your overdraft limit. Which amounts to more than her pension after a week… I'd leave Lloyds now if it were an easy thing to do. Bloody hell, I'm going on a retreat from this money-grubbing world. And I'd rather pay up than get sucked into the consumer complaining vortex. Thanks for 'choice'. I heart capitalism.
So there. Better start work to get on the roundabout. I'm not this bitter always… promise. Just caught me on the off after a groggy day.
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