When I got back to Bournville today, I had the usual problem opening the front door after a week away. All the free papers, charidy bags (6), important pizza news, Virgin Media, summonses, taxi cards, balti menus, bills, package of eye glass mirrors (hurrah), invites to meet jeebus at the church next door but one, jam under the door and I cant get in.
Anyway, one brown envelope contained a cheque, made out to me for a reasonable amount of money.
Er.. what? The cheque is from Birmingham City Council (seems they bank at the Co-op - good for them).
But that was the only thing in the envelope. No letter. No explanation. Nothing.
What's the grumble? Cheques! I fucking hate cheques!
Last year, I worked in the city centre. They have banks there where you just put your card in, feed in the cheque and it's all done. Now I'm at Five Ways, I have to stand in a queue for an entire lunchtime.
Fucking cheques!