I dragged my cold’n’flu arse down to the bank this morning. Running nose, hacking cough, tissues up the sleeves (clean up the left, dirty up the right). Trackie-daks – grey with a Han Solo Correllian double stripe down the sides in white. An oversized fleece – blue with an inside collar of red. Undershirt was a mud army t-shirt – maroon of course. Black pumps, black socks. Hair up in the bogan butterfly. Truly, a vision of beauty. Bank did what I wanted reeeaaaaaallllly quickly. I’m now home, logging into said bank website – and what was promised has not been done. Am not sure if I’ll be going back down there…might call the branch and threaten it though 🙂