Back in the UK
What an anticlimax. As the Heathrow Express emerged into the dusk as it departed from the airport, I felt happy to be home for the first time in three years. And then on the Monday, things turned bad. I had ordered a new Switch card and had included the information when I'd be collecting it because I knew there was going to be a delay between the request and my arrival. When I got to the bank, I found that the card had been destroyed, although I learnt today that it perhaps should've been left alone because it seems that the date I'd be collecting it was passed on. I'm not sure of the facts, though. I ordered a new card, but want of it left me in a difficult position because I was limited to withdrawing £50 a day. My plans to buy things like a new laptop, some games and various other items went up in smoke. I was told that a replacement card would take three to five days to arrive, but when I went into the bank yesterday, the card had yet to arrive. It turned up today a