I'm no number cruncher
Why did I do it? It was bad enough when I changed the electricity supplier but I went and changed my bank account to take advantage of the cheap travel insurance that comes with it, and it’s been an exercise in number crunching ever since.
As a result I now have a box full of letters - each one bears a number pertaining to the current account, the savings account, the credit card, the discount shopping card and the loyalty card.
Four cards for one bank account and each card has a pin number and security details, to be registered for internet banking, and they are all different. Help!
I was never much good with numbers failing the 11 plus exam twice on maths. I’m useless at adding up.
It’s a medical fact that the older ,you get the less brain cells you have at your disposal so why is it that the older you get the more numbers you need to remember. Postcodes, phone numbers, my lottery numbers, even my grandchildren’s birthdays elude me at times.
Every time someone asks me for my mobile number I have to fumble around to find it because I only know the first four numbers, the rest are a jumble to me.
Life was so easy when numbers were kept to a minimum.
I used to be able to cope with numbers when there were just THREE wishes (or bears, pigs and Billy goats gruff), FIVE gold rings, SEVEN deadly sins and TEN commandments.
Now on setting up security for the dratted new bank account I have to remember three new pin numbers, security ID numbers, the travel insurance policy number and that’s before we start on the (not so) memorable information for each of these accounts.
The first time I logged in for internet banking on the current account, it was so memorable I got locked out because I had forgotten it! I tried everything I could think of before ringing the bank (on a premium number) and going through the third degree before it transpired that the first word I had tried was correct. It was just that the idiot at the bank had spelt it wrongly when he set the security questions up.
Who thinks of these security questions anyway, some of them are completely stupid. Why can’t they make them easier like ‘what colour balloon did you burst on your sixth birthday?’ or ‘how many fleas did your dog have last week?
Eventually, I got into my bank account only to find that there have been no pension credits and on ringing the pension service I had to give them MORE numbers to prove that I was actually me.
When they were satisfied I was actually the person entitled to the pension, I was told that it had been sent in error to the old bank account which had been closed down and it would take up to three weeks to get it back.
It feels like the numbers are crunching me!