After an abortive hour trying to transfer my air miles to myself on another card, same issuer, I gave up and redeemed them for a satisfyingly accurate amount in ~ monogrammed towels.
Well, now they have arrived, and somehow they look egocentric and self-important, T T T all over the place. Just to rub it in, in Kohl’s I saw exactly the white towels with three thin blue stripes on the border that I loved so many years ago. For very little. Which I prefer.
The air miles always win in the end, unless of course you can fly on them, which is exactly what I am doing with the mother lode, tomorrow, to Sydney.