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Thursday Evening

My phone alarm has just sounded the 8.00 alarm. That reminds me it’s time to take some pills. It also informs me that I have accomplished very little tonight. I’ve drunk tea, answered emails, watched two quizzes, done a few comments, washed up and tea is now ready to comer out of the oven.

It’s not a lot for three and a half hours. I’m never going to…

Just remembered, I have read some of Obsessed with Pipework – I’ve just taken out a subscription. But that only took 20 minutes as I still have quite a bit to read. However, I’m building a better picture of where my time goes.

I also spent time reading a letter from my MP. I’m not totally sure she’s grasped my point. I don’t really want to ban grouse shooting, but I do want to gamekeepers killing birds of prey. And |I certainly don’t want to see Scotland held up as an example, as the SCots, despite supposedly superior laws, actually kill more birds of prey than we do. However, at least my concerns have been logged.

There is a jump of two hours now, I’ve been watching TV and reading and trying to keep Julia sane after a trying day at work. Unfortunately her trying days translate into trying evenings for me. I’d like to be able to solve the problems but I can’t. I can’t even guess what the next problem will be.

The latest two problems were school staff switching locks between gates for some unknown reason and there being no staff to supervise as the kids left school, messing about and riding bikes across the garden. But it’s OK, because JUlia’s boss, who is never there when there is anything hard to do, has told her she is over-reacting. The trouble is that for her clients this isn’t just a minor inconvenience, it’s an invasion. Some of them need persuading to get outdoors at the best of times, and several of them really didn’t want to leave isolation. This isn’t helping.

As for the keys – sounds minor doesn’t it? Unfortunately it meant that the people who empty and clean the chemical toilets couldn’t get access when ¬†they called (they have a key and turn up after hours when it’s all quiet). That suddenly becomes a bit more of a problem.

To round off a depressing day (I won’t cover the events of the day at work) Diana Rigg has died. I saw her in The Misanthrope at the Old Vic in 1975. That was in the days when I still nursed reams of being cultured and urbane. I’ve never seen anyone exhibit such personality on stage.

Ah well…

The Day So Far

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…