Rock off!

A twenty-five year mortgage with Northern Rock can only last up to fourteen years according to the nationalised bank. That is what I've been told by folk at the bank you and I own. What is it with these people? They cannot be unaware that bankers are now the most disliked bunch in the land, even more unpopular than estate agent types and double glazing wallahs. Yet they have unilaterally decided, (thus inviting further opprobrium), that my mortgage must be repaid by the time I'm seventy-five -- a mere eight-and-a-half years from now. It has, indeed, always been my hope that I shall be shot of the damn thing well before that time, but that's not the point. To be told out of the blue that they have unilateraally decided this unreasoned curtailment is immoral, inexcusable and bloody rude. Could they not have opened a civilised discussion about this and consulted me, and any other poor sod they've thrown into the same rotten garbage barge, about future plans? I invite you to avoid any dealings with these contract breaking bastards.

That's all for today.