July » 2007 » kestrel

Saturday dawned, and we felt rather lethargic … took ourselves over to North Street for brunch at Ceiturica, and did health food shops and greengrocers. Sadly butcher was closed, so no bacon or black pudding :( Trawled the many charidee shops for HarryStuff but nothing forthcoming (unlike Dursley last Thursday!).

lunch was roasted seabass for perlmonger and skewered lamb and chicken for me – both delicious, as always. Then into Aldl (or is it Lidi?) for some waffer thin meat for the tribe and some fizzing water.

popped home with the shopping, then got back in the car and drove to Chippenham, where the always lovely purple-peril was hosting her annual bash. Very nice time indeed (thanks hon!), but we crawled away at 8, after drinking ourselves silly on water, as we were just Too Tired.

Sunday morning brought a visit from Heather, who provoked some rather startling behaviour from Lilith; she handed over the relevant files, and I am now Official Secretary to the village Footpath User Group …

We got going relatively early for that, and perlmonger gave the living room a rather overdue vacuum, while I baked some blueberry muffins to offer Heather. When she’d left, we sat and watched Jeckyll, which is glorious hokum, then returned to working on the rebuilding of Nibblous, which has been eating our spare time this last week or two. Dinner was pan fried duck (why do they call it that?), with fennel and carrots braised in chicken stock, potatoes roasted in olive oil, and braised shallots in red wine.

and, just in case anyone cares, www.nibblous.com is now finished and up – we think it is much improved.

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and things come in threes ?

Posted 11 July 2007 By mac and has 1 comment.

perlmonger and I set out at the crack of 8.15 this morning to go to Gloucester, for a meeting with a potential new client.

I can’t abide being late, but even I think that arriving 24 hours (and 15 minutes) early is probably not a good idea. God knows how I managed to get the date wrong, but they had another meeting scheduled (for someone else who is pitching for this work), so we had to turn round and come home, and shall return tomorrow.

arrived back home to find a snitty e-mail from our accountant, saying that our internet banking transfer hadn’t arrived. There was also a bank statement, saying that it had gone out as it should have done, so I fired up a browser to see what had happened. And I’d sent the money to the wrong bloody account!

tortuous navigation of Yorkshire Bank’s appalling telephone banking system (getting cut off three times) brought me little joy, but while looking at the account online I saw that the money had been returned, so presumably the details I entered didn’t exist, thankfully. As YB didn’t sound terribly helpful about getting it back …

screenshots now sent to accountant, showing that I did try, honest, but was just inept, and I’ve done it right now.

what else can go wrong today? (this is a rhetorical question)

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