Here's my sad saga to date: HSBC lk has been exasperatingly refusing to send statements to alternative addresses (ooh, you could be someone else, sir. Gah), and my bike has a flat tire. Just the day before I am due to catch an early early (very early) morning train tomorrow for Liverpool. And I dont have a puncture kit and it appears that most repair joints are closed on Sundays. My poor aching feet are not amused. (Buses ? Taxis ? what's that you say ? at 0400 in the morning. Bah)
I'm assuming that random Merseysiders picking on me as a mugging target would just about cap a wonderful couple of weeks.