Today I cycled into town to pay in some cheques. I like paying in cheques of course (please do continue to send them), though the whole procedure does worry me somewhat in that no human beings are involved in the paying in of business cheques these days. At least not with the sort of account the likes of me can afford. I do trust the machines, but only partially. How good things were in the old days when you got to queue up for ages so that someone could stamp your book and say ‘Thank you Mr Walker’ as if they knew you.
In order to reward myself I’m tending to go for a post-cheque-paying-in coffee in the Wetherspoons in town. Its an interesting experience. The staff all look a bit dazed and confused at the sort of time of the morning I go and the whole place is packed with pensioners. With coffee at 85p you can’t blame them. I’m sure the group one table in from the window were there last time – they were talking about the very same things. Not that I was listening.
Of course in the evening the place is jam packed with the youth of today and you can’t get a seat. I think I’ll keep on going on a Wednesday morning.