I had occasion to phone my doctors' surgery yesterday morning to query an appointment. While I was kept in the telephone queue I was played some rather jaunty jazz music of unusually high audio quality. In fact, it was of such high quality that it is obviously coming from a dedicated room in the surgery building that houses a jazz quintet. What a ridiculous waste of my tax money - I shall write to my MP and complain, immediately.
Most of my dozen or so pensions mature next month on my 65th birthday, necessitating me to have to fill in a God-awful number of forms to make choices and provide every bugger and his dog with my medical history - I detest form filling at the best of times. How the hell do I know what my cholesterol levels were on the last two readings without some interminable conversation with the receptionist at my doctor's - along with the above jazz quintet serenading me for half an hour.
You can imagine the pension company staff saying; "Hang on - we have another bugger here wanting his own money back.How can we make it as difficult as possible for him? Alert the Pointless Forms Department!"
Bastards!
You can imagine the pension company staff saying; "Hang on - we have another bugger here wanting his own money back.How can we make it as difficult as possible for him? Alert the Pointless Forms Department!"
Bastards!
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