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Raarrr! Marvel at my hard workingness! Not only have I managed to fill 3, yes 3 bags of junk I no longer need, but I've also managed to do some washing too. And hang it up! I'm feeling remarkably pleased with myself. I deserve a treat, but since no-one else is here, I shall have to give it to myself (ooer) - pizza, icecream and T2: Ultimate Edition shall do the trick.

Now that I've finished all that I'm going to head off to bed, so I can be nice and refreshed when I go to knock over, er I mean withdraw some money from the bank.

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Gah! It's early, I'm sitting here patiently waiting for the planets to be the correct alignment so that I can go and get the VERY LARGE sum of money from the bank. The planets in this particular occassion are the bank opening and the next train to Chertsey. The Bank opens very late in the morning (9:30 I think) and the train is at 10:07. There is one at 9:34, but somehow I don't think I can get into the bank, get the cash, race to the station, buy a ticket in under 4 minutes.

For a start, it'll take at least 30 minutes to get the cash as there is bound to be a decrepid old lady who wants to deposit all her 1pence pieces and will insist on counting them out, one at a time to the cashier. She'll then lose count halfway through and have to repeat the process several times. In fact, just in case of this eventuality, I've discovered the next train will be at 10:50 which will give me at least an hour to get the cash.

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Arse! Bum! Poo! The stupid bank opens at 10am on a Wednesday! What kind of halfarsed, slack, Dismukeish, fly by night operation are they running?!?!?!? Of course this now means that I have to get the next train.

I wonder if it wouldn't have been a better idea to get the cash from the Chertsey branch - but of course it's too late to think of that now.