Now you'd think that at my age and experience along with tons of years messing with numbers it would be a simple thing to re-set the password - pin - on my new bank card. Well it wasn't. I pressed so many buttions that the machine spat the card out and went into the sulk of the millenium. Bloody machanical bastard! So, at present I have a card which is about as much use as a soggy piece of toast.
Next time I'll wear some L-plates. Maybe the machine hates ex-pats or Catholics or Anglicans or people with glasses or whatever - it can't be that I'm just a complete idiot or can it?
It's better to travel than arrive ... then again ...