It took me many weeks to get a GP appointment avoiding ‘that’ doctor avoided by everyone unless they are desperate…
So… when I arrive at the surgery only to be informed that the GP I had booked with was off sick – and off course her list has been transferred to Doc Doom – who always has room exactly because that Doc is avoided by everyone unless they are desperate… I was not happy – especially as this exact same thing happened last time I went there. But the receptionist got me onto another list. Okay – panic over.
Once in the surgery the GP tells me I may have wheat intolerance – “so try a wheat free diet for a few weeks” he says… this after I had taken a granary loaf from the bread maker before leaving the house!
Damn!
Not a happy bunny – but hey ho – I went to get a few essentials at Morrisons, including a bag of Spelt flour for the wheat free diet.
All was fine as I went into the Post Office to get phone top ups at the news counter. Oh – no they say – this card won’t work on the newsagent department’s machine you’ll have to go and queue at the Post Office counter.
Having queued (as you do) I picked my shopping bag up to move to the counter – and the handle on the bag broke and the bag fell a max. two feet to the floor. I was very good – I merely said ‘Oh frig’, tied the handle up and went on.
Got home to find that the tub of Greek Yoghurt I had bought myself as a treat had split – and the only item it had spoiled? You guessed it – my brand new bag of Spelt Flour…
One of those days when I just should not have got out of bed…
