Tangled Mind

QUINN DIRECT ARE BAD. And incompetent. And possibly have left me with no valid insurance at all. I did point out to them that I'd have a problem if the new car was four *hours* late, let alone four *days*.]

Also they have managed to update my postal address so it reads:
[first line of my address]
[second line of garage address]
[town I live in]
[postcode of garage]
and then had the temerity to make me answer security questions to prove I was who I said I was, as clearly I didn't know my own postcode because it's not mine.

TOYOTA TOLLHOUSE ARE GOOD. My salesperson was away yesterday, but rang me this morning to announce that he'd arranged a courtesy car, and yes, my co-insured could also be put on the insurance.

So:
- all ok, and I have a co-driver for weekend excursions
- I will warn everyone I know about QUINN DIRECT
- When renewal time comes, I will insure via a reputable company that knows how to work its own computer system
- I may also write a Stroppy Letter, though I am not sure that anyone there can read

Am new at this. What happens if I want to desert Current Insurer before renewal date?

Today (post-this) I am not driving to werk.

Insurance company say DO NOTHING until they have assessed vehicle.

Boss says DO NOTHING until I am less achy and shaky.

Weather filthy.

ladymoonray and swisstone comforting, supportive etc.

Protestant Werk Ethic curiously silent.

Illicit Daniel Craig movie awaiting me on the laptop that is indirectly the cause of yesterday's glitch (I stayed late in the office to infest it with Windows XP, having failed to get some key things working under Linux. Shame on you sez the Universe, and pays me back for this.)

Fine, though, apart from stiff achy shoulders / neck (likely the aftermath of all the adrenaline and muscle-tension) and desire for peace and quiet.

EDIT: no, did not get number or company or model of HGV. Have suspicion it was Foreign -- if it was left-hand drive, this would explain driver's actions.

Title from here ...

(It's nothing like a Jaguar)

This week (having passed my driving test first time, back in September, and then spent a month harassing nephew to hurry up and sort the car I'd paid him for -- car needed some further work while I was away, and still has no functional stereo) I have been driving to werk. Monday morning, in fact, saw first solo drive: first motorway drive: first arrival at werk under own power: and first getting-up-in-the-dark-already-wobbly-with-jetlag.

Monday was ... challenging. I learnt not to attempt the A264 in the dark.

Tuesday was easier. I learnt not to be afraid of the M25.

Today was fab. I learnt that ladymoonray -- provider of navigation, guidance, emergency helpline and portable speakers -- is truly wonderful. No, wait, I knew that already. But the drive is much much better with music, and sunshine. And I am channelling ivory_goddess much less than yesterday.

Still takes ages to get here though.