There's something slightly quaint and oddly satisfying about sitting down to write a cheque in this age of electronic bank transfers and fast on line payments.
I've just had the (dubious) pleasure of writing not one but four good old fashioned cheques, once I'd found the good old fashioned cheque book (not used since this time last year)
The first was a relatively painless one to pay the annual harbour dues to the Crouch Harbour Authority.
The other three were the post-dated instalment payments on the mooring at Fambridge. I'm more than a bit on the late side renewing the mooring, due this Sunday, as I've been in two minds about whether to move elsewhere. It'd be nice to be further downriver and a pontoon berth would have major advantages but we really can't afford it so well just have to hope that our concerns with the way things are developing at Fambridge are unfounded
It seemed the right and proper way to do these things to sit at my writing desk filling out a paper form and enclosing it and a cheque in an envelope with a stamp on it. The stamp though spoilt the feeling - you don't have to lick them anymore, they're self adhesive. Where's the fun in that?
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