As a consequence of requiring heat, light and the facility to wash, I maintain commerical relationships with a number of utilities -- just like everyone.
And to manage the meagre funds at my disposal, I have a number of financial arrangements with a well-known UK high street lending bank.
The utilities and the financial services institutions are specialists -- hence my engagement of them to serve my specific needs.
But like those stories that appear from time to time in the tabloids of sheep that think they're dogs, British Gas keep sending me polite letters informing me of my mounting credit. Eh?
A series of increasingly fraught phone calls apprising said utility's call centre zombies of my meter readings and requesting that the ever-increasing deposit be returned to my bank -- surely the best repository for money -- is met with incomprehension.
One by one, re-animated dead Geordie after dead Geordie fails to fathom the reasoning behind my plea to have my money to reside in a bank -- where it 1. may earn interest, and 2. where I can access and spend it if I so wish.
My assertion that I don't plan any major, heavy-duty welding jobs requiring ready access to a massive supply of gas falls on deaf ears.
Simply, I just don't need to be £XXX in credit for gas. But I could use the cash in my current account.
George Romero -- get out of Gateshead!
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