The chinks in the local pharmacy service have been evident, well they have to me over the past few weeks. My broad spectrum antibiotics have been out of stock prior to “ Rome” necessitating a search for appropriate pharmacies which may have it. Subsequently ( and there’s nothing like being in sync) my bladder is playing up as it has a want to do.
So much so I went to bed this afternoon with Dorothy, who lay against my back with her head on the pillow.
I got up at 16.46 and went to the pharmacy again. My drugs still hadn’t arrived .
I didn’t get irate at all. I just went very quiet, which threw the staff even more.
The pharmacist will deliver the drugs himself a bit later which was sweet of him and I did say it wasn’t his job to do that and that I was grateful but I was perfecting my grandmother’s thin lip approach at the time.
Her lips, when vexed could be reduced to absolutely nothing
Not even a line in folded cardboard.
I’ll make some frozen cranberry, ginger and yogurt shake later, though I suspect the sleep did me more good.
Last night on the way too The Crown I dropped my phone. It was found by one of the village schoolboys who recognised me from my ID card I keep with it, so he and his three sisters and his mum all tracked me down to the pub and presented me with it as I stood by the bar.
The kids were excited at the bearhunt so I gave them a 20£ reward to be shared out .it tickled me that the youngest, a girl of perhaps five , piped up very quickly That’s a fiver each !!!
At least they were honest.
The dogs have been smelling doggy, so we have all been in the shower with a bottle of baby shampoo
The pharmacist knocked just as we all got out so there was a flurry of barking and wet paws against the kitchen wall and me looking soaked in a t shirt and shorts
“Sorry we were all in the shower” I explained and he nodded slowly as if to say “ of course you have”
At least I’ve had my antibiotics eventually today