The receptionist who dealt with me yesterday sorted the matter out and was on the phone at 9am to confirm that an appointment has been made for 4 o’clock tomorrow. It’s interesting to observe oneself – I felt quite matter-of-fact about my visit to the consultant – I know everything is fine, I have a couple of questions I’d like to ask and one or two things to clarify, but nothing that indicates any anxiety on my part. I was relaxed and good-humoured at the hospital, which I needn’t have been as a cock-up was certainly made – but by the time I got home I did feel very jagged and out of sorts. I didn’t *need* a drink, but alcohol certainly played its part in restoring my good-humour.
Tomorrow, we really are going for a piss-up in a brewery, which I’m quite sure will be entirely well organised. We’re going as shareholders – one of the Sage’s many good decisions. I’ve no idea what dividends are paid, but I’m quite happy to accept fringe benefits. We have to leave Southwold in time to get to Norwich by 4 o’clock, but that’s all right.
The ATM I usually use doesn’t give mini-statements, but my own bank’s machine does. The PayPal pennies have not yet been paid in. Or, they hadn’t by 2 o’clock this afternoon. I have at least had my hair cut.
The other thing that really unnerved me yesterday was calling the headmaster by the completely wrong name. I’ve known him for 5 years. His name is Sean. Why on earth did I suddenly call him Roger? Completely embarrassing. He isn’t letting me live it down, either. I told him, for decades I never called anyone by name in case I got the name wrong. I wish I’d not overcome that particular phobia, because it evidently was soundly based. Still, I’m looking on the bright side – he was probably quite as unnerved as I was.
I’m still having fun with apps. I do have a childish nature and like playing games. Current favourite is Anatomy – I’ve always been worryingly vague about this sort of thing, and I soon found out that I’d got the sites of the spleen and the pancreas confused with each other. And I had no idea where the deltoid muscles were. I’m getting on quite well now, and (one has to get over 50% of the answers right in any one level to progress to the next) now breeze through individual vertebrae, on to various limb bones and only come unstuck when on the specifics of the shoulder. Next comes the skull and then the lungs. Gosh.
Weeza and I were, coincidentally, talking about body parts we had eaten, this evening. I mentioned that I had once served sweetbreads to the family, which Al had particularly enjoyed. She said she had tried, but not eaten tripe – it went into her mouth but no further. She had also eaten brains. I hadn’t and asked what they were like. “Well, all right, I suppose. It put me off avocado for a while though.”