Good morning from an overcast Bristol.
I had no success with the GP dragon receptionist yesterday. I was behind this poor man who was patently ill struggling to see someone, only to be to pecked off and told he might get a phone call in the afternoon. I was told to “call tomorrow at 8”. I know that trick. You are 97th in the queue, you wait, then after a few minutes you are cut off, having to start again…. I’m seriously thinking of changing surgeries.
So I’m calling the surgery at 8.
No Spanish today, it’s half term. I’ll potter, sew, transplant some seedlings…
May all find that their mountain to climb is only a little hill.
Carpe diem 🦩🦩🦩🦩
What medical conditions seem more common now than when you were growing up?
