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No hanky-panky in this Premier Inn on a Saturday night (within earshot at least), but someone in a room nearby was snoring like an absolute bastard. Luckily I was tired enough to fall asleep pretty quickly and doubtless became someone else's snoring bastard. I slept until 7 which I will take as a victory, even though I'd only fallen asleep at about 1am.
Thank God it was a day off, though I assumed it would be an easy drive up to Cheddar to spend the next day with my folks, but rain was pelting down on the motorway and even though it was Sunday morning the traffic was dense and slow and it took me close to two hours to make it.
I arrived just as lunch was being put on the table and good to see the Aged Ps and my brother and his wife who happened to be visiting.
Everyone seems in good nick, though obviously every parental visit these days comes with a plea to help with some technical issue. I myself am getting to the age where I need the next generation to sort out the stuff I don't understand, so this is very much the blind leading the blind.
Charmingly my parents still record stuff off the TV, but they were concerned that they'd accidentally recorded all of the performances at the proms and though their TV said they had only used up 45% capacity, the recordings page was not listing anything that they'd recorded. It was a system that I was unfamiliar with and I had little or no idea as to why this had happened, so all I could do was suggest turning everything off and on again. Which did the trick. So I was already a hero.
My dad had also locked himself out of his Tesco Bank account and although they'd sent him a security number to get into it, it was 6 figures long, but the app only wanted a 5 figure number. I read the letter and realised that we needed to go in via the website, but dad didn't remember his user name or have any idea of his what his account number or sort code were, which made things a bit tricky. But I was not giving up and we found a folder with the bank info and managed to get the user name by filling in some details. It was a complex procedure that meant changing passwords on the website and then receiving a text to dad's mobile. Which was a problem as he said he didn't know where his mobile was and wasn't really sure if he had one at all. The website had a mobile number partially revealed and we had ten minutes to find the phone. I suspected it was all going to fall apart at this moment.
Then the phone rang and I wondered if somehow the text was going to come to the landline, proving for sure that no one here really knew what they were doing, but it was Sarah, my niece and dad's granddaughter who had just received a text from Tesco. So obviously they'd used her mobile when they set up the account. But we got the code, made the changes and then had to do more or less the same things in the app, but I managed to get it done.
So as nice as it is to see the folks and have a free place to stay, all in all it's probably easier to stay at the Premier Inn.
I was done by 8pm and asleep by 9. The tour is very intense without having to be a tech wizard for the oldies and three gigs in three days would have been much too much. Three in four is probably a slightly bad idea, though with a good rest overnight I should make it OK in Bath on Monday (still plenty of tickets and the venue does lovely food too - hope to see you there). Glasgow is selling fast, though
I have found some tickets available on See Tickets and Belfast on Friday is close to selling out.
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