This time last week I was excited at having published my first ever electronic book, only to find that loaded up as the book was, nobody could actually access it.

I rectified that problem over the coming days but the issues just seemed to keep coming, culminating in a bank error (not in my favour) where, on ringing my beloved Telebank I was told I had significantly less funds than expected with a sizeable, and very important, payment due to come out. Obviously then, reduced to a quivering ball of anxiety, I promptly transferred to my transaction account a sum which I really couldn’t afford to move and only did so because circumstances had become so very dire – or so I thought – until a day later, after panicking myself stupid and losing perhaps a good decade from my life-expectancy plan (but still with no grey hairs, thank you very much), consulting with Telebank to find that while that first account was indeed in deficit, I now had a surplus in my transaction account.

After some gut-wrenching telephone-sleuthing I was able to ascertain that I had in fact always had sufficient funds, and it was simply the bank’s transaction timeline that had gone awry; I guess in a world where money has become intangible to the point of it being displayed as numbers on a computer screen rather than coloured slips of paper in a wallet, this kind of mishap is only to be expected.

What a relief then to last night be able to leave the week’s stresses, anxieties, worries and woes on the jiu-jitsu mat, in the form of half a gallon of perspiration.

I’m just glad it’s Friday.

Article by Tim Walker

Edited by Bon Kerrer

Photography by Nat En Fiver