I wake up all frazzled, and then I remember the RL money situation. AHHH!
Amazy was discovered on the bed, too, shedding her lethally asthma-aggravating fur, and licking my foot!
Once again, no sight of R Next Door. Has she changed her dog walking habits, to avoid me and the other park denizens?
Looked through my medical records to try and see if I can prove that I'm supposed to be having an op on th
e NHS I've been begging for for 14 years. I felt sick(er) afterwards. I've always reckoned it's best not to look at such things, and I think it probably is. It's also a bit scary how many casual errors they make, like I'm down as having had a hysterectomy, which is news to me, etc. etc.A whole new world of paranoia opens up...