I had a dream….last night I had a dream. I dreamt that I should look for two favourite scarves that had been missing for some months, behind a drawer. Remembering the dream, I pulled out the drawer today and found the two scarves! :DD
A small square green CD carrier also ‘disappeared’. Searching high and low in the house and the car, produced nothing. I resigned myself to the loss and decided to create more copy CD’s. I reckoned a small padded cold food bag would do to transport them in. Then, this week hubby appeared with his arms full from emptying the inner sanctum of the car. And of course, there in his arms was a recognisable shade of green…my CD carrier. Now, I can add to the noise collection, instead of starting from scratch. ๐
My receipt from the checkout of the grocery shop I was leaving, indicated I had been undercharged 75 pence. I had a quick discreet chat with the assistant who served me and sorted out the deficiency.
I visited another store about an hour later, I was charged for something unrecognisable; everything I had bought was on the receipt plus an unknown item. At the customer service desk, the assistant was very puzzled. She couldn’t find any answers and called for a more senior member of staff, who became equally as mystified and suggested I receive repayment anyway. Thinking better of it, she then called for the customer services manager. The manager freed up the other two assistants to continue to figure out what the unknown product on my receipt might be.
The computers clunked and clicked exceedingly slow. :zz: Half an hour passed, heaven only knows how many search terms were tried with the system in that time. Eureka! A result: I had been charged for a product, a type of apple, the store did not stock, therefore, I could not possibly have bought it. Not only did I receive the refund due, but the three members of staff absolutely insisted that I take a refund of double the money. :.
Last but not least, yesterday when making the bed I heard something gritty fall on the floor. I carried on with what I was doing. Oh ***t, my engagement ring caught on some material. I stopped in my tracks. I examined the ring and found the claws were retaining fresh air. Panic! The grit that I heard fall was the gemstone. I did find it and both ring and stone are now in a safe place. Just think, the separation of the stone from my ring could have happened away from home. I say to myself, lucky or what?