I stayed back a little at work to do some re-jigging with the network hardware in preparation for a larger job yet to come.

Just as I was leaving the building for a train, I noticed a problem on our mail gateway server, a problem that it throws at me not very often.  I baulks on an e-mail during processing and proceeds to duplicate it.  I stopped it at about 32000 duplicates.  I paused it so I could look into it from home.

What was on my doormat when I got home?  A letter from Nationwide.

I've organised a loan over the internet, it said it would post out a form for me to sign.  The next day a guy calls to chat to me about the loan, asking me what it's for (a *car* ;) , how much I earn, are the monthly payments ok, and he gets totally sidetracked on what kind of car I want, why I want it (a bigger boot for climbing gear is my *reason*), then he goes on about climbing gear and upper body strength... oo-er.

The letter arrived.  I duly signed a copy, posted back and awaited the cash to drop into my account.

The letter on my doormat was asking me for two recent payslips to be posted- originals.  I combusted on the inside.  Why didn't the gay guy ask me to send this in?  Why didn't the offer letter request this as well as my signature?  What crap are they going to ask for next??

The date to complete on the house is still next Friday.  Woe betide any more people holding me up.

It's amazing the speed you can cover the distance to the sorting office on your pushbike with that kind of venom flowing.

Going climbing- to rip some holds off the wall.

G