When I got to the GP's for the second of my series of weekly BP checks, I was informed that the nurse was on leave, and her replacement hadn't shown up. Rather that do the walk again late this afternoon, probably in the rain, again, I opted to wait (over an hour-) for the doctor to slip me in. The reading was 'really very good', so that's cool. The doctor was grumpy herself, apologising for asking yet again if I'd 'stopped smoking yet', but it's one of the 'absurd things this government makes us do'. It seems they're obliged to ask everyone, even people who've never smoked, if they've stopped yet, every time. I'd always wondered why they seem to do that, in every clinic etc. you might find yourself in. Weird. I do feel for the poor health professionals...as long as they don't harm meee in their demoralised exhaustion.
I'm all nervous and fretful about going to Germany next week. I just pray that H and I don't fall off our bad doddery legs, and manage to have a good time. First stop Dusseldorf. Any tips for interesting arty/boho sights to see in the centre/markety area?
Because I'd had no breakfast, and had suffered plentiful aggravation, I've just had sweet and sour prawn balls for lunch. Ohhyah!
Happy birthday to the cream of Cornwall madamcod , and many more.