As Scally stated in the last lot of comments, the site now has pop-ups and there is a reason for that; Arnold has down graded me.

What he was trying to do was disable my current credit card to see if the system would then take the new details. It didn’t. So we’re back to the drawing board I’m afraid, but this way although we have pop-ups they won’t take the site off line if we can’t get this sorted in time.

Arnold is really earning his salary this month. The problem appears to be America and Europe operate different updating card systems - it has nothing to do with the fact that I’m an awkward sod at times.

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Child re-sat his theory test this morning. He was up at just turned six; totally wound up with nerves. Another early morning visit to McDonalds and I then had an hour to kill.

At least the shops were open this time, which was a good thing as my asthma is playing up of late and the cold air doesn’t like me. Mind you there is only so much time you can kill in WH Smiths looking at books before someone starts to think you’re not buying anything, just reading their stock. I moved on to Waterstones, with a toilet stop in between. I don’t know if I was nervous for child or it was down to the cold but I’ve not stopping peeing all morning.

After killing another 15 minutes in Waterstones (well it was a smaller shop I couldn’t hide so well) I wandered back towards the test centre waiting for youngest to call the mobile.

I met up with him walking towards me; my phone signal obviously doesn’t work inside shops. He told me he’d failed again, but this time on the hazards and then passed me over the paperwork to look at.

I was stood in the middle of Worcester trying to work out from the paper his scores, asking him questions and basically telling him we’d put back in for it again as soon as we got home (mentally seeing another £28.50 disappearing from the bank account just before christmas). I then glanced up to find him grinning madly at me. What I’d failed to notice was the pass certificate that I was also holding in my hand, I’d only looked at the score sheet. The sod had been winding me up. At the moment he’s walking round doing a Cheshire Cat impersonation, and I for one am glad it’s all over.