Halifax - the bank from hell

Some of you will remember how, back in May and June, my bank allowed fraudsters to take large sums of money from my account. They lied about what they could do to prevent the second incursion, something they could suddenly do when the second attempt was made.

Well, they've topped that.

Knowing my debit card was due to expire on September 30th, I kept on top of the arrival of the replacement card, especially knowing I was due for surgery. Sadly, this has led to all kinds of incompetence and rudeness, to the extent that even the person supposed to be handling my one written complaint (there have been lots of phone ones) has become subject to a complaint. Yes, that's you, Fallon Naylor.

And still I have no card, so cannot pay bills in the shops or online, nor access my cash through a machine.

The public paid money to save this bank from financial ruin. Apparently it wasn't worth the effort.

Getting there

Well, I had my second surgery last Monday, and the surgeons checked up on my progress on Friday. They seem pleased that the debridement of the infected and necrotic tissue went well and we all hope that this time my recovery will go swimmingly.

My surgeons really have been top notch, the breast nurses too, and there were some lovely staff on the ward.

Even the patients (two of whom I've seen again at subsequent check-ups) were absolutely great.

But most of all my dear friend Susanna, who gave up her life for a week at a time to keep me and the cats fed and watered. I'm very lucky.

Normal service will be resumed as soon as I can stay awake long enough.