I love the bank

You won’t hear me say that very often, so make the most of it. Normally, like everyone else, I hate the bank. Hate it with a vengeance. But today, I love the bank, because they have *finally*, after a record-breaking amount of red tape, managed to sort out my loan and refinance it so I could pay off the (biggest) credit card, and my overdraft and still have enough money left over to fritter away on luxuries, like food and travelcards. I’d got to the point where I had been hacking away at the ice in the freezer, trying to extract a pack of frozen sausages, only to find they were out of date. It was a bitter moment, as my hands were pretty much numb by that stage, and the ice seemed to simply close in again once the pack had been removed, and I hadn't the energy to try to retrieve the mini pizza I had glimpsed in the right-hand corner. I briefly considered risking cooking them, but then came to my senses; why add food poisoning to my woes? So I’ve been surviving on Jacobs Thai bites and Baby-bel lites – they’re a meal in themselves, honest. I’m thrilled the money is in today, since all I have left is a loaf of stale bread, a calorie-free pot of Greek yoghurt, which I must have bought in a moment of madness, and some olives marinated in cumin and orange oil...Obviously, I wouldn’t have starved, but it wouldn’t have been pleasant.

I checked the balance on the internet this morning, and I was overjoyed, but also surprised, because I only returned the forms on Tuesday, and I had visions of the forms sitting quietly in someone’s in-tray for who knows how long/being used to balance a wonky desk/accidentally shredded/etc. So today I love the bank, and I’m going shopping after work. The sales are on. I may or may not buy food…