£10 Tuesdays

Something is up with Tuesdays.

Places open 30 minutes later in the city centre on Tuesdays for some reason -- well, at least HSBC bank and Boots pharmacy. Sally and Suzy claim this is for staff training, but I am convinced that it has to do with some pagan tradition requiring the sacrifice of busy people's patience on the altar of locked doors. Or maybe worship of the sun.

My reason for trying to do business on a Tuesday morning stemmed from my post on Friday: So, we all get mail for people who used to live in our houses. Mostly, this can be returned to the Corporate Sender of Crap Paperwaste (CSCP) by marking through and noting 'Not at this address'.

But piece of post from Friday was obviously a personal note, not to a person for whom I regularly get post, with no return address (WHAT is UP with people trusting any postal service so implicitly that they do not put a return address?), and with a suspicious hard, slim thingy inside. Instead of throwing this immediately in the bin, I opened it and this girl should be happy that I did, since her idiot friend who had mailed it to her (with no return address) was mailing Girl A's driving license and her HSBC bank card. Yes, that is safe.

After trying yesterday to find this girl at her work place (wonders of the internet) to no avail, I took the items in to HSBC on campus at lunch. AND THEY GAVE ME A £10 REWARD! Wow! Isn't that nice? So someone has some chocolate on her desk and might be able to make it through the rest of stressful day of travel planning (which departure looms closer every day -- approx. 35 days from now).