Published on 12, July, 2020
Today, when running the errands to get a delivery man to transport a shed to my Artist friend's, we found out that the shed was fully assembled. He didn't have enough time to get it unassembled for transporting. Also, he brought a man over with him. Waste of an evening, all round.
I told my friend that. And now I'm back home, ready to explode. Just phoned the out-of-hours Doctors' hotline. It's to request the out-of-hours Mental Health team. Waiting for the call.
It's the straw which broke the camel's back, for me.
Hang in there, Desmond. I know that's not much of me to say. I hope that you are ok. Stroke your cat.
I got a call, the only problem was that the out-of-hours Key Worker called on my mobile number. I had given my landline number to the receptionist. Perhaps she didn't have my landline number on her Trust records.
But I did calm down, afterwards. The price, to pay, was a thumping headache this morning. Now having ginger tea, to settle the head.