A combination of Tube strike and an unfortunately timed doctor’s appointment meant that I took yesterday off. I meant to do a nice big update here, but in the end, the lure of levelling a character on Warcrack and watching some missed telly on BBC iPlayer and the ITV equivalent proved too strong.
The doctor was a pleasant enough chap: this was the first time I’d seen him since we only registered at the practice a little over a fortnight ago. No one can pronounce his surname, he being of West African descent (my money is on Nigerian, but I wouldn’t rule out Ghanaian, either), so even in the practice he is called by his Christian name and is Dr Henry. My only annoyance was that being the first meeting, he did what all doctors do and decided I should go somewhere to have needles stuck in me. In the 21st century they are still all leeches at heart. That’s training for you.
Today is Furtle’s day to be off. The roofer is at home doing things to the flat roof of the bathroom extension. Hopefully this will fix the leak we discovered a few weeks back when the rain hammered down. He seems to have a good reputation and certainly came in cheaper than the other quote we got - £350 all in as opposed to £380 plus VAT. We could have done without the expenditure, but we can do without the bathroom ceiling falling in even more.
Well then. To work, I guess. I have things to do.
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