Hospital, detox and falling rates! How was your day?
I like Thursdays.
It’s the promise of Friday being just around the corner and of course everyone knows Friday is the best day of the week. But I didn’t enjoy this Thursday. Not one bit. It was the Thursday from hell!
It was in the air
Have you ever had that feeling that the universe was trying to tell you something? That, no matter how much you want to ignore something, there are messages, hints, feelings everywhere you look? The world decided yesterday to fanfare digital detox. We are all too attached to our devices and it’s bad for our children who could go the same way.
I’m sure the Pokemon Go folks wouldn’t agree and the point has been made that when they are chasing those little critters, they are at least,out in the open air so it’s not all bad.
Anyway back to the detox. I loved the phrase of an expert on TV, who earns a living helping people to prize themselves from their phones (apparently she’s a psychologist!) saying we need ‘to put ourselves on airplane mode’. It sounds so easy and I suppose it is but I know I couldn’t do it, and especially not on my Thursday from hell!
I’d got a message from Facebook telling me that I had to log in and when I tried, I got one of those messages you dread. Sort of the equivalent of the old BLUE SCREEN that put terror into every PC owner when it appeared. The end of the world was nigh and you will be lucky to survive.
It was telling me in order for my computer to be safe I had to download some software. Now I’ve been around long enough to know not to press download but, I couldn’t get out of the screen and back into FB. The tension was awful as I tweeted and posted asking for answers. Finally, we took the black box that seems to contain my world to our local lads to sort it out. It was cleaned thoroughly (how does it get that much rubbish in it?) and we collected it BUT I was still getting the FB message.
Well, you’d think I had lost both arms, all my money and any future beyond a couple of minutes. I was in bits!! My wonderful husband unplugged it all and we took it back to the ‘PC hospital’ and left it with a different doctor.
We went and had some tea, shared some cake and returned home where I focused on getting the supper. ‘All would be well eventually’ that wonderful man I married assured me. Just as my shoulders had stopped being attached to my ears and my heart stopped thumping quite so hard, the final nail in the coffin arrived. The interest rate had been reduced by the Bank of England!
Now, we are both on pensions that don’t rely on the stock market flourishing so low interest rates don’t affect them. But we don’t have a mortgage and had planned for our holiday fund to be swelled by the interest we gained from our small savings pot, so we haven’t been able to really get the benefit of low interest rates. We had hoped that at some time in the near future they might have gone up, just a little, but a further cut was not want we wanted to hear.
…and so to bed
So the day ended. I try to reflect on each day and find some ‘good learning’ in it. What had my Thursday from hell brought me? Well, the understanding that I probably do need help with a detox, the local PC hospital is fab but you have to be patient and money isn’t everything.
And what shall I do tomorrow?