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Date: 08 January 2005 14:21:51
Am very annoyed with my bank. A month ago I paid in a cheque, only for £25, at the ATM and duly got my receipt with the new balance. On going through my bank statement yesterday it transpires that they haven't added it to my account, despite the amount being removed from the account of the person who paid me the cheque. Even more annoying is that this means that when, a few days later, I withdrew £20 I went overdrawn by a few pounds and so will now be charged. I went in the bank today, but apparently the problem is with head office which is closed at weekends so they couldn't do a thing about it. Of course, working full-time I have all the time in the world (not) to sort it out during the week. Grrr.
Mind you, that's a minor irritation compared to my friend's awful situation - was chatting with her earlier today and it transpires that her card had been cloned recently and £1,200 removed from her account! She's getting it all back apparently, but I can't imagine how awful that would be. Scary stuff.
More scary stuff is this counselling lark. Having decided that it would be a really useful thing to do having gone pretty much as far as I can by myself, I discover that it is an utter minefield. Because one of the things I want to work through is issues relating to my former church, I really want to see a counsellor who is a Christian (though not particularly a "Christian Counsellor" if that makes sense), and am waiting on my local Diocesian office to get back to me to see if there's anyone they recommend. In the meantime I've just checked out the website of the Association of Christian Counsellors, and I have to say I found it really quite scary. I hadn't realised just how low my Christian-ese tolerance levels had got, but when I see organisations called stuff like "Triumphant Hope Ministries" (I made that up, but there were lots of similar) it just makes my heart sink, and is so off-putting. It's kind of ironic - I desperately don't want to be judged, and how judgmental am I being here? (Answer: very). Sigh.
In other news, the arch in my garden for climbers (clematis, jasmine, honeysuckle) utterly collapsed and fell apart last night in the wind. I really need to put it back together, but as it's still so windy it seems a bit pointless. The plants seem relatively unscathed, mostly being tough as old boots, but it is one of the down-sides of living here: the wind races up the railway line and the first piece of resistance it reaches is my garden. No wonder half my plants are growing sideways.