More irritating than much else. Knew it wasn’t my fault

Not a lot that can’t be solved. Panic doesn’t help, & i knew if I stressed, taxi driver would stress & possibly get angry, & son would definitely kick off.

And tries again. He says “the machine depends on my phone connection.” Ok, cool, so we make payment & it goes through immediately.
Sheepishly he insists on driving us back up the street to the hotel courtyard due to the rain.

And breathe.

to you personally & then YOU can pay using your own card. Or get cash & square up. Like there are endless solutions to this, except we are in London, & so there is this underlying suspicion that someone is mendacious, deceitful, conspiring.
After half an hour he decides to move the cab 200m up rd

“I’ll reboot the machine & we can try again & if that fails we will call the head office & you can make a payment”. Three times he tries & we go through all the same routine. Miraculously I stay calm because I’m thinking JESUS just let me get my son out this hot little cab or let me bank transfer

we get there, to the hotel we have easily walked to on previous occasions & I owe £9.40. Go to pay using phone. Declined. Try again. Declined. Confused I try another card. Declined. Try my business account with different bank. Declined. Use card he says. “I forgot my purse, I’m sorry.” Ok he says,

IKR

December 2nd: shopping for gifts. #WillowsChristmasAdvent

December 2nd: shopping for gifts. #WillowsChristmasAdvent

I doubt it would get quite enough trade.. but.. y’never know

I just want it to be nice.

Well yes

I would have ordered pizza but kidney problem kid has to have proper food

I can’t fathom the “one book at a time” line of thought