This morning

When I got to the computer I found an email from the bus company, saying that the details of my discounted travel card 'don't match', so my travel ticket for next week is invalid. So I went home, picked up my ticket and went straight up to the booking agents where I'd bought both the ticket and the travel card. As was to be expected the person who deals with the tickets won't be there until this afternoon. I've left the ticket and travel card with them, and will go back this afternoon to collect. The email gave a phone number to call (premium rate of course), so I've emailed the company in the meanwhile. Fucking phones again. They're a tyranny. This last minute out of the blue stuff is exactly the sort of thing I find very difficult to cope with. Cunts.