in further "idiot DDD covered by two policies" news

ffs i have CANCELLED THE CHEAPER POLICY

luckily they arsked for a letter of confirmation, which can now say "NO WAIT..."

Q: what is RONG with me
A: i am rubbish obvs

ps it is inherited rubbishness -- dr b and i just sadly concluded that the security contract that mum signed just before she died -- for burglar alarms and phonelink to the police and etc -- was a total pointless rip-off; and dad had not dealt with his own bank account since about 1962...

we tracked down the firm in question via the internet -- all the numbers in ther literature were dead -- and discovered a big consumer-rage thread on how they had been featured on WATCHDOG.

i got my dream back

i: totes hardcore NSFW orgy-with-strangers featuring actual real v4gina dent4t4 DENTURES! (to reiterate: not as worn by anyone I know) (not thus worn in the dream i mean, readers can wear what they like obvs)
ii: phonecall to dad, but he couldn't come to the phone :(
iii: piratemoggy and i investigating what the scary little shapes were, moving inside the sofa? Mice? NO! Cockroaches? NO! An elaborate articulated chocolate-lorry beast which carried delicious silver-paper-wrapped squares of chocolate all around the room, and which it was OK to help youself from? YES!

re (ii) somewhere on LJ is a dream about a phonecall to or from mum, but i actually talked to her :(

update: it's here