"I don't want to leave." "Well don't - stay here with me. ... ... ... We can start a jazz band."
How sweet. In context.
Today's been an utterly crapola day, overall. The morning was good, nice easy morning, spent some time investigating things that had been bugging me for a while, finding a few things out in the meantime. The afternoon turned into a hell that describing isn't worthwhile. Suffice to say the call queues didn't get below 6 people waiting for over 3 hours. Bear in mind there are 3 of us taking calls, some of which are taking 10 minutes because the eejits don't even bother listening to your responses.
It took me nearly 45 minutes to get home - that's a 6 mile journey. 4 of those miles took 10 minutes. I swear there's got to be a better way, but you look at this map and tell me if there's any sensible way to get from Daresbury to north of the river Mersey that doesn't involve going around steps 6-7-8-9, which are the key areas of congestion.
When you also note that I spent 20 minutes stopped at one of the several swing bridges across the Manchester Ship Canal yesterday, you see that this commuting thing in Warrington town centre is a pain in the arse.
By the way - when I say sensible, I mean that doesn't involve going east on the M56, north on the M6 and then west on the M62 again, which would probably be quicker.
Add into this, that Barclays promised me a return letter regarding my claim to get unfair charges refunded by the 28th September, which it is today, and I have received nothing. I will be writing a second letter and instigating action within 7 days of that, then.
Just... not good.