and things come in *threes* ?

perlmonger and I set out at the crack of 8.15 this morning to go to Gloucester, for a meeting with a potential new client.

I can’t abide being late, but even I think that arriving 24 hours (and 15 minutes) early is probably not a good idea. God knows how I managed to get the date wrong, but they had another meeting scheduled (for someone else who is pitching for this work), so we had to turn round and come home, and shall return tomorrow.

arrived back home to find a snitty e-mail from our accountant, saying that our internet banking transfer hadn’t arrived. There was also a bank statement, saying that it had gone out as it should have done, so I fired up a browser to see what had happened. And I’d sent the money to the wrong bloody account!

tortuous navigation of Yorkshire Bank’s appalling telephone banking system (getting cut off three times) brought me little joy, but while looking at the account online I saw that the money had been returned, so presumably the details I entered didn’t exist, thankfully. As YB didn’t sound terribly helpful about getting it back …

screenshots now sent to accountant, showing that I did try, honest, but was just inept, and I’ve done it right now.

what else can go wrong today? (this is a rhetorical question)