Ffion - the boxing partner from hell - broke her finger while boxing. I'm sure there's a message in that somewhere but I'm not brave enough to tell her.
PayPal - excuse me while I hyperventilate - continues to be a pain in the wotsit. I arrived home from Devon last night to find a letter from them waiting for me. I refused to open it as I wanted to be able to sleep so took it to work this morning. Then I did everything on my list plus several things not on my list to avoid opening it for as long as possible. Then I bowed to the inevitable.
I read it, screamed, punched the desk and had to go for a walk outside in the sunshine to calm down.
I swear they didn't even read my pages-long explanation and complaint.
'We're unable to explain the complaint' - I don't want an explanation; it's my complaint; I know what it means. I want an apology and the £222.72 belonging to Mutende Children's Village in Zambia that you won't let me have. And I want someone who can write in proper English.
'If you're not happy with our response,' they said, 'you can go back to the Financial Ombudsman.' Too flipping true I'm going back to him.
I'm thinking of setting up a Facebook group: Make PayPal give the orphans their money.