One of THOSE days

I went shopping in the morning and tried to do a bank to bank transfer at the small branch by the supermarket. First I queued in the wrong place but after looking at the "serving number 55" and the 77 in my hand I approached the desk and asked where I needed to be. Thankfully, it was a different desk that only had 3 people waiting. It's kind of strange here, that people queue at the desks by sitting at the desk so there is very little privacy - you know the business of the neighbour sat next to you!

Anyway, the chap asked me if I had the form yet and I said no, so he asked for my bill receipt. I said I didn't have a bill, I wanted to do a bank transfer. Oh no, he couldn't do that. So I left and did the shopping. The supermarket was in one of its cleaning flurries which means that all the produce is dumped in trollies in the aisles and you have to hoke around to find what you want (usually, following Murphy's Law, on the bottom of the trolley!).

After shopping I went to our usual branch of our bank and asked there about a bank to bank transfer. No, ma'am, not possible. The thing is I have done it there before for another resort but obviously asked the wrong person in the bank today.

So, I go home to put the shopping put away and make lunch and get ready to swim and the beautiful sun of the morning disappears, the rain clouds roll in - fast under a strong wind - and we have the mother of all thunderstorms. About 15 minutes after Steve left to run up to school!! Naomi starts worrying that daddy will be soaking wet.

Because of our complicated plans I have to go and meet Steve at school but forget to take him a towel or clean, dry clothes!! By this time the roads are flooding too and I realise I should have waited for the rain to subside as we need to bring our friend's small car down to the house. However, said car has a seriously flat tyre - to the rim and is going nowhere! Other small car will be incapable of driving through the huge puddles. We decide to stop at the bank and do a cash withdrawal and deposit at the bank of the resort - which happens to be next door to our bank. However, the queue - in the "fast lane" has 9 people ahead of me. In 20 minutes, 2 go through then the electricity goes off, then back on then off again then stays on but they stop serving at the counter. They make no announcement what is going on and my frustration levels are rising so I decide to leave as Josh is in the car with Steve and I know what that is like!!

Steve, meanwhile decides the water has subsided enough to get the second car home so runs back up to school while I drive home. His PA informs him that the bank we are trying to deposit in stays open till 6 so when he arrives back at home I go out again to deposit and do it in 20 minutes total!!

Steve had a fun experience though. He sheltered under a Sari-Sari store in the worst of the storm and saw one kid come out to shower in the rain, a group of ladies bring their washing to do in the rain and a group of 4 men run yelling into the trees brandishing their bolos (machetes) and re-appear with a very long, dead, python in their hands. Guess they had a satisfying dinner.