The week begins routinely enough.
Monday School to teach the young Year 7’s. Home to watch Wimbledon after my Pilates class.
How relaxing is that?
Tuesday see N01 Surgeon. He of ‘ most surgeons thinks they are brilliant…I KNOW I am’
Despite the fact that the snooty receptionist said I did not have an appointment I in fact see #1 for nearly an HOUR. We go over all the ghastly options. The best bit? ‘ All we are doing is firefighting. Your bladder is actually ‘knackered’. He also said Dipstick writes long letters and hailed from the North. mmm
Wednesday I am meant to be at school but I end up helping out as an accountant for a thing I volunteered for.
Took ages. Lots of interactions very tense. But I hand brake turn into our driveway. Quick shower change feed dogs. No taxis as its Eid. So stumble to train. Realise I have blue trousers with nice white stripe of …tippex . Leap into Next which is NEXT to the Institute of Chartered Accountants in England and Wales ( ICAEW)….whooooooo. Buy cheap trousers. Run into ICAEW loos change trousers. Meet D. He is speaking at conference on spreadsheets. competing with Tennis and Football its a sell out….AT emails :
xcel tip of the week #136 is riveting….Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone
The Met Police will be fine-tuning their plans to “kettle” the disappointed thousands unable to gain access to the event….!
Hope it goes well and that you are registered under your maiden name and can stand up at question time and say how inspirational the speaker from up thereEnjoy!AT
It went well. Then I had a teleconference call to sort the ‘stuff’ out from earlier.
Pizza. lager. tube to North London. Knackered. fall asleep to be awoken by buzzing mobile. Its Daughter 2. She is in A&E with her BF and his flatmate. Flatmate has collapsed. Sad to relate by midnight this young healthy rugby player has died. Daughter takes charge. Arranging next of kin ( out of the country) to be informed. Horrible. We support by text.
Weird dreams. Wake to more buzzing phones. Son #2 going in to help out Daughter #2. Stumble to tube. Power strike at Baker Street. Great. Takes two hours to get to appointment with Dipstick. That is hilarious as turns out I had two appointments one yesterday and one today. arghghgh. But, back to today, I was 4 minutes late. whooo. But he was WAITING for me to turn up. OOOps. He was ready to instil. Ready to chatter. Ready to actually be great. He told me no one ever had had an hours consultation with Mr #1 the best surgeon of surgeons. He said 3 minutes was normal. I agreed …usually 2 minutes really 1 minute for ‘The Greatest’…..
Dipstick was really impressed. You, he said have just entered the Guinness Book of Records. Whoooooooopy do .
He is off on holiday now. No emails. No texts. Ignoring me he said. Ignoring his wife – he said. He has pool. Ignoring kids…he said. He has sun. See you in 2 weeks – he said. Jerome will be around and awesome nurse. Annoy them …he said. ..
Off I merrily go. Nip in with a cake and sandwich for daughter #2 cheer up lunch drop. In her hospital just up the road.
Leap on train. off to another meeting as an accountant type…hang on? What on earth… that was another job I retired from long ago.
Home. Farewell party for JS , erstwhile colleague.
Home again. Teleconference.
arrrrghghghghghgh sleep beckons….tomorrow is another day…what ever will happen?
Daily Stent. I cannot cure you but I can make you laugh (citation Jerome) 