Life wasn't meant to be easy...

My car is due for registration, so it's search for all the necessary papers, then try to find the cheapest insurance company for third party cover.  I fill in tens of thousands of questions, none of which means anything at all to me, like the horsepower or even make of my car.  This takes about three hours, at the end of which I chose a number between $415 and $688 - surely a no-brainer, even for a person with discalculia like me.  Then I 'hopped' on the phone to make a credit card payment.  Press 1, or press 2, or press 3, and so on, then waited while they played me a symphony.  'Are you calling from NSW or Qld?'  Again press 1, or press 2, or press 3...  Wait.  Another symphony. (At least classical music is preferable to the radio which one frequently finds - I am going over in my mind what I want to say when eventually a human comes on the other end of the phone, and sure enough, the rubbishy prattle on the radio has taken it clean out of my mind.)  'Do you want to pay for a comprehensive policy or a compulsory third party policy?'  I don't really understand the difference.  Press 1, or press 2, or press 3...What seems like another three hours later another human asks another few hundred questions, then says: 'In 20 minutes you can go online to the Roads and Traffic Authority and register your car.'


There, I know from experience, I will spend another three hours filling in another thousand or so questions.  (I just checked my driving record on the RTA site to see if I'd lost any points from my licence and I of course needed to have an account with username and password.  I dragged out another thousand bits of paper to find this information from last year, then had to change the password I'd just spent ages finding.  I have lost zero points and a lot of patience.)


Philip recently warned me about easy-to-guess passwords and advised me to change them all anyway, so I've thought up the most amazing ones, using about five different languages and numerals, 20 keys long.  The longer, the better, I heard some exert say on the radio one day.  But not surprisingly the RTA will only allow you to use 10 letters/numerals so cut me off before I'd finished.


In my next life I'm DEFINITELY coming back as a cat called Muffy!!!!

Northern hemisphere weather sounds grim, but snow is ever so pretty to look at...