Day 68 - Tuesday 27th May
The Dominic Cummings furore rumbles on and is the first thing I hear on the radio this morning.
I begin my day by emailing the two people with whom I have been talking about jobs, one to let them know I'm no longer interested, and the other to see if we can bring forward the discussion we had scheduled for next week so that I can make a decision about the offer I've received. That meeting gets rescheduled for Thursday; both are very understanding about it.
My son is due a call with the GP about his energy levels and trouble sleeping. It's due at 2.30, and comes at 2pm - he misses it. I have to call the surgery and insist that he speaks to the doctor, otherwise he'll have to wait until Saturday for another telephone consultation. Doc prescribes non-addictive sleeping pills, hubby picks them up from the chemist and they turn out to be the generic version of the ones I've already given him.
We eat early - black rice risotto for the veggies and chicken risotto for hubby, al fresco on the veranda. It's a beautiful evening. After dinner I have a scheduled call with the festival crew - we try for Google Meet but one of us is an iPhone user so we end up on Facebook Rooms instead. Midway I get a message from my friend who is ill and needs help, so I bail on the call and drive over to Wokingham to the late-night pharmacy where she wants me to pick up some medicine. They won't sell it to me, so I go to the car and call her. She calls the pharmacy and eventually they agree that they will sell me the meds if she calls 111. She's at the end of her tether after being sick for so long and scared they'll send her to A&E. They don't - they prescribe antibiotics but it's too late to get them tonight.
I drive home and watch Escape to the Wild with hubby before bed. Today I am grateful for being able to help my friend at last.
I begin my day by emailing the two people with whom I have been talking about jobs, one to let them know I'm no longer interested, and the other to see if we can bring forward the discussion we had scheduled for next week so that I can make a decision about the offer I've received. That meeting gets rescheduled for Thursday; both are very understanding about it.
My son is due a call with the GP about his energy levels and trouble sleeping. It's due at 2.30, and comes at 2pm - he misses it. I have to call the surgery and insist that he speaks to the doctor, otherwise he'll have to wait until Saturday for another telephone consultation. Doc prescribes non-addictive sleeping pills, hubby picks them up from the chemist and they turn out to be the generic version of the ones I've already given him.
We eat early - black rice risotto for the veggies and chicken risotto for hubby, al fresco on the veranda. It's a beautiful evening. After dinner I have a scheduled call with the festival crew - we try for Google Meet but one of us is an iPhone user so we end up on Facebook Rooms instead. Midway I get a message from my friend who is ill and needs help, so I bail on the call and drive over to Wokingham to the late-night pharmacy where she wants me to pick up some medicine. They won't sell it to me, so I go to the car and call her. She calls the pharmacy and eventually they agree that they will sell me the meds if she calls 111. She's at the end of her tether after being sick for so long and scared they'll send her to A&E. They don't - they prescribe antibiotics but it's too late to get them tonight.
I drive home and watch Escape to the Wild with hubby before bed. Today I am grateful for being able to help my friend at last.
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