As it wasn't so hot last
night the bedroom window stayed closed for the first time in a while.
And for the first time in a while we had no nocturnal woofing fits. I
wonder if the two were in any way connected. Mind you "Furry
Face TM" seemed very subdued yesterday
evening and he didn't get up for toast this morning.
As I scoffed all of my
toast this morning I watched the latest installment of the
documentary about Royal Marine Commandoes. There seems to be a load
of shouting for no real reason at soldier school.
I spent a litle while
solving a geo-puzzle for no other reason than that I could, and then
set off to work. A relatively uneventful journey, and there was
absolutely nothing memorable on the radio.
I hadn't been at work
long when I had a phone call. Yesterday I complained about how long
it was taking to get a date for the surgical re-bore of my nose.
Today I had a rather snotty call from a rather snottier receptionist
telling me not to make complaints. There are (apparently)
thirty four more urgent cases than mine awaiting the knife, and was
told (in no uncertain terms) to wait quietly until the snotty
receptionist decides to make an appointment for me. "Snotty"
then announced that I need an anaesthetic review and she's told me
that it will be in two weeks time. I got the distinct impression that
this is nothing but a delaying tactic on her part to prove that it is
she who will decide the timetable of my operation.
I'm rather confused by
all this. On the one hand I have a consultant ENT surgeon telling me
I need urgent surgery by the end of August. On the other hand the one
making the appointments for the surgery will do so in her own sweet
time. And I can't complain; I've been told not to.
Sax practice went
relatively well. I'm learning a very well-known jazz tune at the
moment. I have no idea what the name of it is; it's that one that
goes "da-da-da-da-de-dah-de-dah-dah".
I've mostly got it right; just a tricky B-flat/C-sharp transition to
master. Mind you on the way back into waork after sax practice I met
yet another twit. This one was ranting at me about why all the signs
directing people around the hospital are inside the building. Why
does no one think about those people who want to find their way
around the hospital from the outside? I smiled sweetly at the nice
lady, suggested she asked a member of staff, and ran away.
"Furry
Face TM"
enjoyed his walk this evening; apart from running into a fence whilst
chasing a cat the walk passed off mostly without incident.
Being
Tuesday the clans gathered in Queen Street. We scoffed ice cream,
guzzled lemonade, bandied insults, watched ironing being done, and
after a mistaken download (oo-er!)
I fell asleep whilst everyone else watched Star Trek Voyager...
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