Good Things and Bad Things

So after the convivial time spent at the Bedford yesterday i took the bus back to Maidstone and because of the time situation with no extant buses running to Faversham i had to transfer to the Chatham bus and go home by train. Hence not getting home till nine in the evening.

Halls Bookshop is not open as the building is being done up with scaffolding around it. So i hope that they will open again sometime in the Autumn. Meanwhile, i took some more pictures of the High Street in Tunbridge Wells going down to the Pantiles.



I will have to pop into Faversham this morning to my bank. I have checked my balance at the ATM outside the Co-op in the village and i am down by £74 , and i know it is not a transaction i have made or authorized, so i want them to reverse it and i shall submit a fraud claim in. I am so bloody angry. I have enough worries and i need this like a hole in the head. Jeez, up one day and down the next.

I shall keep you posted.

Deflated

So i went to my bank in Faversham and apparently it was the debit card but it amounts to the same thing as having money out of the bank when you did not authorize it.

I also contacted the head office of my bank. They will only be able to action it once the offending and pending payment has gone through. Then tomorrow i will have to phone them up and action a claim from which they will be able to reverse it and put a claim in on my behalf ... and so on.

Hopefully back to normal tomorrow. But right now i just feel a bit deflated.

Still in Faversham

I just thought. This problem needs to be resolved soon as i still have seven visits for Lodge, , two with React, and four for PiP. This means that i may have do these at the very end of the month scuppering any idea of the lunch club for this month.

Basically i need my bank to reviser this payment back into my account , cancel my current debit card and get them to send me a brand new one with a new number.

I was back in Faversham town  at the West Faversham Community Center for some vent which was quite boring, and at least it was a lovely walk up there from the centre of town.

I wag going to do the Sheerness visit , but you know what , my heart is not in it.  Depends on the outcome of tomorrow when i phone my bank, and i may have to give up some work due to lack of funds because of this, if i on't get a satisfactory result.

So folks, all i can do is wait and that is the worse aspect of it.

I really need some big sales on Discogs,

More Pics

Some more pics taken from Tuesday, and all in Rochester during the evening.

( Pictures here )

This evening i have been listening to the Leonard Cohen CD "I'm Your Man" and the Waterboys, "Fisherman s Blues" CD.

Poem And Song of The Week

The Waterboys CD is excellent and i have chosen this one track because it is gorgeous, and is based on a W. B.  Yates poem, The Stolen Child.

WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.


Enjoy!