Yo where'd my no claims bonus go?*

oooh they have me mad now. I had an argument with the insurance company first thing this morning. A lovely way to start your week, spluttering with indignation into your rice crispies. I sent a claim in a month ago, to Ireland, with every single piece of required documentation. Mum reads me out a letter on the phone they sent there a few weeks later, requesting 2 additional documents. A tour operator booking invoice, and proof of purchase of insurance. That's fine, I can do that. But I thought, ooh ill give them a ring and see if I can fax the stuff.

Funny how they never asked for that information in the first place isn't it.
They did, said my helpful claims assessor.
They didn't says I. I was very thorough in making my claim, as I don't want to hold up the process, I downloaded the forms... Oh you downloaded them. Maybe it doesn't say it then....
No, mister. It doesn't.

So to cut a long rant a little shorter, I can't fax it because it turns out I have to send them my actual Certificate of Insurance. Now, if the insurance company has a record of me purchasing insurance, and the dates that the insurance is valid (which they do), why on earth do they have to see the bit of paper that they issued to me? I'm going away in a few weeks, I need my insurance. They promised they'll send it back right away but I have a tendency not to trust that they will. So I've had to pay for a registered letter now to make sure that they can't deny I sent it to them, the bastards, and so that it doesn't get lost on me. Why is claiming insurance that I already paid hundreds of euro for costing me even more money when I want to actually fucking use it...

*genius ad exec Fly, i will forever try and use that phrase where and whenever I can.

*EDIT*
Oh yes and I forgot to say that there is thunder and rain and sticky air and lightening today and it is all very pathetic fallacyish. Me and Mark were even thinking of going to Shakespeare tonight, but its outdoors in High Park so not in this weather thanks. Its Much Ado About Nothing not King Lear - but I think they all feature a bit of the aul' pathetic fallacy.

Ten imaginary RocksPoints for anyone that thought Much Ado About Nothing should be the title of this blog while reading that phrase above. Comment to earn your points. Maybe I will even make up imaginary RocksPoints reward cards and gifts that you can get.

Tsk. It's still pissing and I can't run home cos I bought lots of food for thruppence hapenny in Chinatown/Kensington @ lunchtime and it's too heavy to carry. Anyone know what I should do with garam masala and bay leaves that I bought on a whim?