Last year I had a hospital appointment to see a diabetic specialist to discuss a new treatment course. I had to go on the same day as college, from Aberdare to Prince Charles Hospital in Merthyr, for anyone who knows the area. Basically an hour and a half round trip on the bus, and college started at 1. I was there in bags of time coz I hate being late and wasn't sure about the buses. Which is good, coz they kept me waiting about an hour and a half or something, occasionally asking me about the kindle, before telling me bashfully that the course had been cancelled and I should have got a phone call to let me know not to come in. Luckily I got to college only a couple of minutes late. Much argh. I hate appointments, they're never when they're meant to be
Me: "someone has eaten the bait I bought for tomorrow there's nowt in the house"
Mother: well do you need it?
Me: I'm 9 till 5 at uni, I'm training at 6 and I'm nightshift after so yeah
Mother: well just get a burger or something.
I went shopping today for smart trousers. I've lived in jeans and combats for the last few years but may be needing interview clothes soon. Apparently, since the last time I bought clothes, 'petite' styles have got about 2" longer and almost every single pair of trousers I tried on swamped me. The only place I found anything that didn't, was Marks and Spencers and they didn't have my size in the style I wanted! Grrr. Also my waist is a size 8 and my thighs a size 10! I hate clothes shopping!
Had another glass bottle thrown over my garden fence last night, smashed all over my patio. Second time it's happened this year, which is about three times to damn often. I wish I could catch them doing it and happen to be holding a big stick at the time.