Summary: Started well but tailed off towards mid-day.
Rose at 6.30, dressed, had cereal for breakfast, drove to City Hospital, found car parking was still free, found a space.
7.15 – took ticket number 16 in Phlebotomy, hummed a few bars of a well known show tune of my youth, and waited. And waited.
13 came out, 14 went in. 14 came out. 15 went in. 16, of course, waited. There was a sound of chatter from the room. A member of staff went in, came out, went back in with a phone, came out, the chatter continued…
I have noticed this tendency for them to introduce random pauses into the system before.
Was finally admitted into the room, which had three staff, five bays, room for ten people (according to the sign on the door) and no patients. Number 17 was allowed in seconds after me, as they had plenty of space.
I was punctured efficiently, donated the required tubeful and left.
Picked Julia up and took her to work, then went to see my jeweller friends for the first time in just over four months. Moaned about business, drank tea.
Went across the road to collect something from the pharmacy. Involved in a disorderly queue which included a deaf man and a wiry-haired dog of indeterminate breed but great character. Had trouble re-crossing the road due to traffic until a young woman in a Nissan Micra stopped to let me cross. Since when have I become an avuncular recipient of charity from young women drivers?
Got home, plotted world domination, thought of my sandwich options for lunch.
Booked the car in for MOT next Wednesday. If my MOT date had been two weeks earlier I would have qualified for the six month extension, but I don’t. Typical of my luck.
Tried to arrange a repeat prescription on-line. Didn’t work. It didn’t work last month either. Rang the surgery who told me to email it, just like last month. Enquired as to why it constantly refuses to work and was told to email a photo in so they can check my identity. Was verging on sarcastic as I pointed out that it would just be the same photo ID that I used when proving my ID last time. Can’t believe it is this difficult to get 100 Warfarin tablets. It would be easier to buy rat poison,
Screwfix sell one ready made into blocks with “culinary-grade wheat flour, chopped grain, soft lard and synthetic peanut butter flavouring”. I’m not known as a gastronome, but that sounds delicious.
I’m still thinking about that sandwich. Maybe toasted cheese…
This afternoon I will write, before picking Julia up from work.
Yes, it’s actually my writing, though even I can’t read it…
Not too bad really, especially as your writing is looking up.
Thank you Derrick.
I like the idea of rat poison coming with a recipe. Do discerning rat poison purchasers have a great deal of choice?
Wheat or wax blocks were the only two I had heard of before this one, which is said to remain soft in cold conditions. If you want choice you have to look at carp bait.
https://www.gooutdoors.co.uk/fishing/carp-and-specialist/carp-bait-and-boilies/
On Netflix, there’s a series called “Warrior Nuns.” Don’t mess with them.
Seems to have good reviews but after my disappointment at Pride and Prejudice and Zombies I’m tending towards being cynical about things that sound too good to be true.
Clif and I enjoyed “Warrior Nuns.” A bit slow, but there was plenty of space for the characters to interact with each other, which I always like. Too much fighting can get tedious. Also, nice plot twist at the end.
We haven’t yet moved on to Netflix. A bit advanced for us. 🙂
Clif and I really like Netflix.
You are just far too young in outlook. 🙂 You will end up being cheerful if you don’t stop it immediately.
I love the Sound of Music! I remember when I first saw it in the movie theater. 🙂
As I recall , my mother took us three times. I’ve always quite liked it though I would have had less singing and more Nazi-fighting nuns in my ideal version.
I can’t remember whether it was Sound of Music or Mary Poppins I saw more than once with my aunt, who had come to visit for the week. Maybe it was both. 🙂
I saw Mary Poppins – once in English and once in French. 🙂 It was strange, as I was ten and spoke no French.
It’s Monday, and seems like you have been productive! Good you! Thinking *in my opinion* is an activity and NO it doesn’t matter what it’s about, a body part is active!
BTW, very nice photo of you, and you smile like my husband =)
Thinking is good, I agree, though I’m glad you don’t set a quality threshold.
I think all husbands have similar smiles after a certain time – it’s the smile of a man trying to conceal how much he hates shopping. 🙂
What’s more important…reading or writing….
Good question. I love reading but I get twitchy if I don’t write. Both are less important than breathing but more important than sleep.
I can’t go a day without reading…I love writing, but some days it’s hard
Yes, it can be a dreadful thing to sit down with ablank pages… 🙂
Bleh
🙂 Indeed.