I guess I’m having ‘a spot of bad luck’. Or something of the sort.
But earlier this week, an innocuous looking cashpoint refused to give me any money. Here it is:
It looks fine, right? But after I slept in on Tuesday, I left in a hurry. I had 6 minutes to go til the train came. I needed money. I asked it nicely, it seemed to be working… I got my card back and then… nothing. Followed by some growling noises. (The machine not me). A phone call to the number said I’d get my money back automatically. So I keep an eye on my account. Which is good, because I noticed when a penny came out. I was at work, husband phoned bank, end result – I no longer have a debit card. Wonderful.
Jump forward 2 days to this morning, and a random thing texts me and thanks me for signing up with something (I most certainly did not). And relieves me of £4.50.
So I’m starting to feel a bit paranoid…
This dude was hanging about the station tonight (after I missed the train because my bus didn’t show up):
That can’t be a good sign, can it?
I mean, just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean they’re not after you.
Anyway, I’ll leave you with the words of my helpful 3 advisor this evening: