Tag: Bank card

A Result

Today I deleted from my iPhotos, all the images featured in

The Garden Room

but only two of those in

Surprise Reprised

Yesterday I had been advised to try my non-functioning bank card in an ATM and follow directions to unblock it. I had no confidence in my ability to do that so I visited the nearest still accessible branch of my bank in Lymington to seek help. Fortunately we were able to park right outside, but were required to pay by card at a machine. I left Jackie struggling to work out how to do this while I presented my problem to a teller inside. He was unable to unblock it so will order me a new pin. It hadn’t been just me, then. When I left the bank Jackie was still struggling to interpret the machine operation. This meant we didn’t pay. In soccer parlance that was a result.

This afternoon I read more of ‘Anglo-Saxon England’.

This evening we reprised Jackie’s beef pie meal with fresh vegetables, accompanied in her case by more of the Fiano Salento, and in mine by Coonawarra Cabernet Sauvignon 2022.

Busy Doing Nothing

This morning of the hottest day of the year we transported another full carload of garden refuse to Efford Recycling Centre and sweltered in the car in a long queue while access was denied without explanation for an hour. Whatever had been going on we never discovered, although staff, equally suffering with the heat, were very helpful when were allowed in. One said he wished it would snow, because the thick suit they have to wear is far too hot, having been designed for protection.

We did, however, come away with a very decorative terracotta urn. As we are unsure where to place it, I temporarily perched it on the decking plinth in order to photograph it.

Earlier, I had received the new bank card replaced because of the scam. I tried to use it at Ferndene Farm Shop, then at the Everton Post Office. In both cases it was declined. The woman ahead of me at the post office had a huge bag full of small parcels each of which had to be weighed separately. Meanwhile I waited, perhaps unsuccessfully trying to contain my impatience.

This necessitated a long telephone call to the bank help line wherever that might be. There seemed to be no reason for the block. I was advised to try an ATM and follow directions. That will be mañana – I’m not up to tackling anything else today.

Except to read a bit more of ‘Anglo-Saxon England’.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s tasty beef and mushroom pie; boiled potatoes, cauliflower, carrots, and broccoli with which she drank Masseria Metrano Fiano Salento 2022 and I drank Las Ondas, Merlot, 2023.