My phone beeped wih a
message to wake me shortly after 3.30am; the littlun was born at
3.12am. I phoned my mother right away; I was under orders to do so as
soon as I had news, and I did so. She was wide awake and had been
sitting up all night waiting to hear. I messaged my brother and he
replied right away; I guess he was awake too.
I did't get back to sleep
after that, even though I tried. I gave up trying to sleep and
watched telly until the first photos came through at 6am.
As I drove to work I
listened to the radio. . The Prime Minister has recently announced
that in the near future the general public will have access to GP
surgeries until 8pm every
night and at weekends too.
There was an interview
with one of the leading lights in the Royal College of General
Practitioners who explained that what with the preponderance of GPs
coming up to retirement and an inability to recruit, surgeries
will be closing due to lack of doctors rather than staying open
later and longer. You'd think the Prime Minister would talk to people
before committing them to the impossible, wouldn't you?
There was also talk of
the latest battles in the Middle East, and about how the western
world should negotioate rather than fight. I must admit I didn't pay
attention. My mind wandered somewhat. Is it wrong of me to dismiss
this news purely because it's not news and there is *always*
fighting in the Middle East?
I got to work, parked up,
and as I parked some prat wanted me to park elsewhere so he could do
some obscure horticultural thing on the grounds nearby. I moved my
car ten yards, and said prat wouldn't leave me alone; he kept
bothering me with explanations about what he was doing, and he
followed me for a couple of hundred yards making those explanations.
On the morning of the
birth of a grandchild I had several phone calls to make. The last
thing I needed was to be harangued by a gardener. After smiling
sweetly, making excuses, and finally flatly telling him to piss off I
just ignored him and made quite a few phone calls with this prat
drivelling on in the background.
From work I went to the
hospital to meet
my new grandson....
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