So for some reason the hubby decided he was going to have a little drinkypoo last night. By this I mean he got himself a bottle of champagne and went at it all guns blazing in an attempt to get a little bit piddled. I don’t know why, but that’s what he wanted to do so he did it.
After his little drinking sesh, he decided to venture out to his man cave in the garden, only to return a little while later looking a little confused and befuddled. He exclaimed that he couldn’t log on to his bank as his passwords didn’t seem to be working. We both blamed it on the alcohol and he decided to just try again in the morning.
He woke, (in an extremely cheery mood?!?) this morning and decided he would have another go at logging into his bank. Still no luck. There’s me secretly thinking, “Honestly, he’s got a memory like a sieve, tut tut”, etc, etc. The usual.
In the end a phone call to the bank was in order.
The woman on the other end of the phone turned out to be just as confused and befuddled as my husband. She couldn’t work out why, but for some reason the little magic number generator was just creating completely random numbers. Numbers that were in no way related to the numbers it was supposed to be giving my husband to log onto the bank. Quite frankly, it had gone a little bit squiffy. The hubby had to arrange to go pick up another one from the bank. But, before he did he shouted to me upstairs:
“It’s the little magic number thingy, it’s not generating the right numbers!”
“Oh. Ok….(cogs start whirring) Is that the one attached to your keys?”
“Yeah…Why?”
“Oh….(stifles giggles) The one Lils was chewing while I was doing my washing yesterday?”
“Oh…Was she?…..Yeah….well she broke that then!”
Let that be a lesson to you all. The little magic number generators from your bank are not suitable for using to entertain an 8 month old while you do your washing. I think they really need to print that on the box.









