A bird which is not round a neck

Along to Leith with MrB for company - I think he was very happy to be out in the open air again. I’d a cheque to pay in, y’see and it was too large an amount for the clever little cheque deposit facility provided by the BoS’s business account. Money for the robber barons who rent out water space. A nice earner for them. Anyway, the first time in a bank for ages - there are no pay in slips! I had to read the account number to be credited to the teller. Through a mask, obviously. But then I had to pass the cheque to the teller in any case. Without using gloves or tongs. *Alarm bells ringing*
What else.. I went over to check the boat, ran the engine awhile to make it feel loved, and blethered with young K.
Later, a meeting of the two clubs over the shared facility. Only six of us, but as was summarised later, “the debate was heated.” It was a bit more than that; the opposite number was in near melt down, al la Basil Fawlty. Several times he cursed the albatross around his neck. Not literally, I trust, I think he was referring to a piece of junk they bought without reference to anyone else and which costs them a considerable amount. His idea was that we may like to go halvers. That is one albatross that will not fly.