This page was entered from my paper diary on 13 April 2017.
What is it that seems to attract complications to me? Am I really that different to other
people? Hardly is one thing not quite sorted out, and the next has already happened. Today
after our above-average frustrating day, I came and found
Woglinde [my Citroën Dyane]
lying concertinaed where Ieft her this morning, having been rammed by a post van about an
hour before. Looks like it'll be the end of her - but I have loved thee, Woglinde! And
then I came home and discover that
the Dresdner Bank has made its
monthly cockup and paid out money that they never should have; and still no cheque card,
after nearly 6 weeks, instead a little leaflet asking me if I have applied for one yet.
„Dresdner Bank. Wir haben Zeit für Sie“. Und nützen sie offenbar voll aus!
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