I am back and I am mad as hell....

Did ya miss me? Did you even notice I wasn't here. And, which one of you bastards voted tory while I was out of the room....or voted Lib Dem thinking it was actually a viable alternative? You were warned....you were bloody warned, and now look what's happened. *Frantically searches for her "I didn't vote tory" badge, last worn in 1979, pinned on school blazer*

When I scream I scream about you

Can't sleep. Can't imagine why, cos I'm flippin' knackered. Don't think it's the heat as I haven't had problems the last couple of nights. I have got lots on my mind, so I going to vent here for a bit till the sleeping tabs kick in (bloody hurrah for Tylenol pm I say).

I've been up the hspital today. I got bitten on the ankle on Monday....and it has got steadily worse over the week, and is now extremely swollen, painful and ugly, so i limped off to A&E. Now, we have a marvellous hospital, with excellent medical staff at every level, but the admin staff....all cut from the same cloth as doctors receptionists I am afraid. For the record, as I am not a Daily Mail reader I would not regard Customer Care training as a waste of money. When the YTS trainee in A&E finally stopped yacking the triage nurse, and glanced in my direction, he muttered " Can i help you?" in the slightly puzzled way the youth of today have....I was a bit stumped actually....I was in A&E.....that probably narrowed down my reasons for interuppting his gossiping. "I'd like to see a doctor" I said, trying to remain dignified while standing on one leg. This seemed a new one on him, but he asked me for my date of birth..."28th August 1965" I replied. Then the saga of searching for the records began. No one with that date of birth and my name on his computer...so clearly I was a new patient...no, I said, and even listed some of the previous vists....childbirth, broken toe, removal of tonsils (see blogs passim). No - still could not be found, and his tone of voice seemed to imply i was masquerading as a previous patient just to spoil his day. Finally, after asking for any previous names I might be registered under, and my address, I appear on screen. 28th of the 8th he says in a slightly accusing tone. August was the eighth month last time I checked. Perhaps he was bunking off school that day.

Hmmm....that feels better....wonder how many stereotypes I've trotted out, and how many folk I've offended with that?

Anyway, in case you are concerned, i apparently have an infection in the insect bite, and I have antibiotics.

Kick over the statues

And how did the residents of the elegant spa town of H*rr*g*te celebrate the snowfall this week? By building an large snow sculpture of a knob on the main roundabout, of course. I approach it from an odd angle (as the actress said etc etc) and announced to my 5 year old that some had done a person sitting on a horse...til we got closer. Later, on an beer crisis trip to Waitrose my husband spotted people having their photo taken next to it. We may lose our position as the UK's 4th best place to live over this.

Meanwhile, a bit o'SWP early 80s nostalgia for you...

God save the queen

I had a day's leave on Wednesday, and my best friend V was off sick, so we had a nice long gossip on the phone. I had the telly on. Jeremy Kyle was finished so I channel hopped and found the opening of parliament. V and I were somewhat surprised to see, in amongst all the pomp amd ceremony - a woman proudly holding a santa hat on a stick.



Turns out it is actually the cap of maintenance. Clearly we learnt bugger all at our London convent school. Well, except the rhythm method (and no, that has NOTHING to do with music)

Mad World.....

Gosh, am I turning into an old tory? Because when I read stories like this I really feel this country is going to hell in a handcart.

Then I read
this and suddenly everything is a bit more bearable again.....

Or is it just me?