Good morning all from a wet Glasgow.
Yesterday was so busy, it didn't help that it was wet and we were stuck in with a very cross BabyD. I can't figure out what is wrong with her.
We took ourselves to Morrisons( DH was driving, so I had no choice 😌), a shop which has gone downhill badly, to get supplies for DS and family.
DH of course, was in charge of the trolley ( I find it is a good walking aid) and was racing ahead, leaving me lagging behind, when I found my path blocked by a lady with a trolley.
I was muttering away about the fact that this shop is always like this, when I realised it was DD.🤣
BabyD spotted her and was extremely vocal, much to the amusement of the customers.
Every female member is called Auntie by her. However, yesterday, she called DD Auntie S.. DD was delighted, not so much, when BabyD spotted her at the checkout and roared Bye, Auntie S, all the way out of the shop. This child is no shrinking violet. 🤣
Later, I drove up to unlock the back door of the presbytery for the curate, who had phoned from the airport. I suspected there would be nothing to eat, so left him some goodies. I'm still waiting for a Thank you. and an apology for all the stress he has caused me this week, with his total incompetence.
Just as I was about to drive off, I received a message that the church cleaners had heard running water in the presbytery, when they were cleaning the church.
I went back in and did a search, but could not find anything amiss. I am uncomfortable doing this, for this is the priests' home.
DH was delighted to see me back, for BabyD had been in uncooperative mode. The remains of beef cobbler, strewn across the floor alerted me to her mood.🤣
The poor wee girl, just wasn't herself. 😪
Later, I had to go up to DS with their provisions and put some surprise treats for Dollie in the fridge.
They had been worried about getting home, due the French the air traffic controller strike. They were only thirty minutes behind schedule, thank goodness.
On the way to take BabyD home, we stopped at the doctors to get my new CD prescription. The receptionist couldn't find it. I insisted it was there, because I had phoned earlier.
Then her colleague ( the rudest receptionist in the practice) muttered something. Sorry, I didn't catch that , I said, I wasn't speaking to you, she snapped! 🤬
Just at that moment, DIL's mum and dad appeared. DIL's mum had infected mosquito bites and had been sent from the pharmacy to urgently see a doctor.
The rude receptionist was ruder than ever, NO APPOINTMENTS, she snapped, see a pharmacist or phone tomorrow for an appointment.
DIL's mum said she had already phoned the surgery and been advised to see a pharmacist, who said she needed to see a GP.
She was in tears, but the receptionist refused to budge,
I was so angry on her behalf.
This is the receptionist, who refused to tell me why the dermatologist had organised a prescription for me. It was only after I made a fuss, another receptionist intervened to tell me I had skin cancer!
I am seriously thinking of making a formal complaint.
Life is difficult enough, without a lack of compassion and kindness from a GP receptionist, when you are vulnerable and chronically ill.
I don't have really have plans for today, but I do know, I need a gentle one!
Bella, I hope your low mood improves, Blossoming , that you start to feel better and belated anniversary wishes to Ginny.
Good luck GM.and enjoy your lunch, Kalu.
Enjoy your day folks
