Tiny Daffodils

Another horrible night.  And I felt so kaputt this morning.  I couldn't face making an appointment at the Doctor's today, I'll try tomorrow.  I did write them an E-Mail saying that I was ill with a stinking cold but I didn't hear back from them, so it'll be the schlep on the bus tomorrow followed by the trek through town to the Doc's.  No doubt there will be a repeat of the everyone who arrives after me sees a doctor in five minutes and I get to sit for at least an hour.... And then to struggle home.

You can tell I'm really looking forward to it.

In other news, you might remember the rant from the 17th February when the company Medimobil royally effed up delivering G's mum into hospital.  A list of failures on their part.

The bill arrived and there was no apology, no we've-given-you-a-discount-for-such-shoddy-service.  No, there was a bill for 2 journeys because there were 2 journeys.  Customer Service - that's extra and we didn't order it.

They were sent an E-Mail telling them to FRO.  Where the R & the O stand for Right Off.