So, I managed to book my car’s MOT (best stop the exhaust leaking and put the headlamps in. Oooh, and check the adjustment on the rear brakes)….
I managed to book an appointment for councelling.
I tried to get in touch with A&E woman. But it didn’t work; she didn’t ring back; now there’s a suprise.
I had my nurse’s appointment.
And I’m still feeling crappy. And of course, I’ve twigged that Trey is going to AK in April. Which in my current mood makes me feel like crap about my birthday, which, incidentally falls three days after my dad’s birthday – and indeed the day we’re burying his casket.
Meh.