Shut up PLEASE about the giro

OK, enough about the blummin' giro and my faux Dickensian poverty gags, I am beginning to bore even myself. In case (though I soo doubt) you need closure on this issue, here's what happened today:
I phoned the insurance people.
They said they had only received one bill.
I wailed that I had sent them about four bills.
Then I remembered that I (stupid! stupid! stupid! cow) had forgotten to make copies of the bills before sending the originals to the insurance people.
Then I made a desperate call to Dr Happy Frankfurter, ready to beg her not to send me a summons for non-payment while we are on holiday.
Then her answering machine told me she was herself on holiday until August 15th.
Which is fine by me, unless of course I suffer an obtstetric emergency.
But then I would probably phone an ambulance and not HF anyway.