Diz gone. So weird going back to the flat without him.
Thought, can I make it to the Post Office or should I go home for a wee? Would be better otherwise Diz will think it's dinnerti..... Oh. May as well drop by the flat first, in case there's a queue at the Post Office. For post I mean, not for a wee.
It will be easier in an unfamiliar place.
Turns out Docs had the wrong mobile number. Glad I bothered to call back a second time.
I knew there was something hinky when I called this morning. Due a call in about ten minutes, from the patronising Doc. But hey, this time it's a direct order from the hospital, so it's not like he can do anything other than fill the prescription.
Half packed. Had to come out to look up some account numbers for companies I'm contacting about my temporary address. Looking forward to it again now, all hurdles overcome except getting the prescription which is more like stepping over a skipping rope.
Ask me again at 03.39 when I'm bolt upright in bed worrying about whether this will go on my permanent record and stop me having my 80th birthday on the moon and is that someone on the landing and what if everyone there hates me....
Onwards, upwards, already Leeds-bound in my head. Eighteen hours.
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