It was all going so well this morning too. Although I still haven't been able to get hold of MR and MRS Vickers to organise a congratulations you get married party for them. Then I planned to go into town for a few things for dinner, but my car has died. Father thinks it might be the battery, so he will have a look tonight.
So I walked into town. Got a coffee and a roll on my own, did some small amount of work and picked up some ginger for dinner. (at least that little bit can be done as planned).
Walked accross to campus to get folders for my dissertation, during which time my back decides to pack up - well who needs breathing anyway. Stopped at the shop for a chat and then headed home.
Just as I was planning to sit down and do some work I remind myself that I need to ring FernBrae (the hospital where I am having my op.) at least to inform them of my change of phone number, and find out if they have set a date for my operation yet. Knowing that I need at least one more consulation before it, and the date that I said I would be available from is now only 3 weeks away.
Only, after being transfered twice and put on hold a couple of times, it appears they don't really know who I am. Now I am left waiting by the phone with assurance that they will ring me back when they work out what is going on. Bugger this, I have paid for a damned consultation, and now they cannot find my file. Its stressful enough as it is planning to go into hospital without all this extra hassle.
So in summary, as a great man once said, Fuck.
And from sitting in front of the PC to type this by back is totally screwed. SO probably no work this afternoon then.
:(
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