My PIN number is a secret. Even from me.
My bank has responded to my request for a PIN number three times in a row. I’ve followed their instructions in the envelope with precision. I get my implements ready to scratch and expose the number - a rubber, a coin, a flat surface.
After I failed to crack the PIN code the first two times I created laboratory conditions in my kitchen to be certain to reveal the number on my third try. No dust, no dog, no radio no cooking vapours or steam. But after I scratched the little panel I still could not read the bleedin’ soddin’ number.
I know it’s against every principle of PIN numbering but in desperation I took the letter to my neighbour to see if she could read it. I asked the postman who delievered the damn letter if he could decipher the number and when they both admitted defeat I even drove to my sister who has recently had laser eye surgery to test whether her new improved £5,000 eyes could crack the code, but she couldn’t. I called the bank and number four is on it’s way to test my sanity.
I need a psychic not a rubber and a coin before I can enjoy a hole in the wall visit again.
Would you like me to lend you some money till you get your pin sorted. I have very cheap rates for friends?
I am off to see WE this evening and will get the Comedy of Errors tickets whilst I am there. This has absolutely nothing to do with your predicament – I just thought I would give you something nice to look forward to. xx
Thank you Ginny for you kind offer and for sorting out my social life,too x