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Speicher

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Two weeks ago I made an appointment for a medical screening test, and got one for tomorrow. This morning I received a letter confirming that appointment.

Then, less than ten minutes later, I got a phone call cancelling tomorrow's appointment, because it has to be at the place where I had the original operation. :scratch:

It is only a relatively minor muddle-up*, but another muddle-up* in a long line, some of which were very serious mistakes/omissions by the NHS.

* other well-known phrases are available, but not suitable for a family-friendly forum.
 
Just for a change, and I haven't done this for many years, I purchased a Local newspaper. The Hamtun Chronicle & Echo, to be precise.

£1.75!!!!

Blimey, thought I. That's gone up a bit!

How much of that is for the Echo?
 
Cool (relatively), grey and blustery here chez Casa Reynard. It's deffo still shorts and no socks territory, but decidedly more comfortable than it has been these last few days.

I slept OK-ish. Bum still hurts though, but it's LESS hurty thanks to the ointment. Have thoroughly watered the tomato plants and written a letter. I was right, yesterday's first draft was just a touch TOO snotty. Well, not intentionally snotty, but when you are writing very formally to rebuff a complaint that has absolutely nothing to do with you, it can be perceived as such.

Elderly neighbour with whom mum and I fell out with a couple of years ago turned up hobbling on our doorstep this morning, wanting to borrow some sharp scissors to sort out a painful toe nail. Well, I wasn't going to turn the poor sod away, and Mum, being a retired district nurse, this is her territory. She said to me after, that in all her years of nursing (20 years in the army, then 15 on the district), she'd never seen such long toe nails. Like about five inches, all curled around his feet. She ended up using my wire cutters. :ohmy:

Now watching some cyclists hurtle down a mountain.

It is almost time for luncheon.
 

oldwheels

Legendary Member
Location
Isle of Mull
Yes, the businesses have to pay to have old tyres disposed of properly but I don't have the option of anywhere to take them to get rid of them. Batteries, yes, at the recycling centre.
Cars are OK and an occasional free visit by a van but if the Guardian of the Gate suspects a van is 'Trade' then the hand pops out for some money..

Old tyres I remember were used to hold down covers on silage pits but I there is only one local farm likely to feed silage and I am nor sure that they actually do make any as there is plenty draff from the distillery which is a good cattle feed. Silage could be a danger by imparting the wrong taste to cheese which is their main business.
 

oldwheels

Legendary Member
Location
Isle of Mull
Morning all. It's my mother's 90th birthday today so there'll be a lot of food and fuss. Now, can I go to a lunch party in a fairly posh hotel in shorts and sandals or would being uncomfortable in long trousers be the done thing?


For a posh do long trousers would be compulsory for men.
I remember an occasion where a woman was stopped by head waiter and told she could not go into dining room wearing trousers. She promptly handed her handbag to her escort and removed the trousers there and then. This problem had been anticipated and she had a short skirt on as was the current fashion. Waiter dumfoonered as we would say here.
 

That'd be cultural appropriation unless he's Scottish...
 
My cunning plan to spread costs for tools et c has been gebuegerhargt by the supplier losing my email containing last month's order, so I had to give it over the telephone which is a bit of a nightmare, and add this month's order to it.

The accounts department is going to have a collective heart attack, but they did say to get what I needed...
 
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classic33

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Answers please.
 
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