Trivial wittering about life.

I'm listening to Five Words, Five Grand on Absolute Radio, because my alarm goes off at 7:30. It's been depressing to hear the news segments repeat right-wing talking points as of around last year, but the actual show is sheer silliness about words and somewhat about how the world is to live in with lockdowns and whatnot.

Radio adverts have definitely adapted, but it's been a weird journey of a mismatch between adverts clearly made in the Before Times that advertised things people could no longer do, to a lot of adverts about companies Caring A Lot about you, to people running out of ideas and reassurances about safety procedures, to ads centred around doing things online and getting stuff delivered.

Out again in a couple of hours to try to sort out the same Halifax account again, since I managed to lose The Number I needed to add to get online banking working. Halifax do not let you ever talk to a human no matter what, and play 'first and sixth' letters which keep not matching even when I can see them in front of me typed out with 1, 2, 3, 4 etc. beneath.

This account has been just as difficult to access since it was last made and even my card isn't up to date, so it's a pain. I get the horrible feeling I'll end up with someone trying to use the exact same interface and no online banking at all, but I can at least get some management done.

I did The Thing!

I have sorted out the paperwork for my side of our joint account, which has been impossible to access since it was made back in 2003. There's a 'put wrong info' curse on it, on all sides. Like, if I have a six digit code and write it out with numbers under so I can tell which is 1st, which 5th,

815243
123456

and I put 8 and 4, it still doesn't go through somehow and cancels that number. Every single aspect of the account has been like that, including a non-working PIN, and them sending my card to two addresses ago then refusing to update the paperwork without a passport. The counter person put an extra four in the phone number so it didn't update....

So finally that's been sorted out. The funeral director in Dusseldorf has indicated that they have all the paperwork from me that they need, and the Scottish end wants a meeting with his brother tomorrow.

So I think I'm done for the day? My brain has decided that once I'm finished with an urgent and scary task (and my fears that I am Doing Everything Wrong \*catastrophise\* \*catastrophise\*) then the point at which I relax is Crying Time. So it's basically Panic Or Grief just now.

I wish so much he wasn't gone.