Boots update

It was after five and no sign of my prescription. I felt I had to *do* something so decided to drive down there and ask about it, since they refuse to answer the phone. My sister was worried about me going, wondering if I was fit to drive in my upset state. I’m always all right driving, although I have to watch my speed. My mum said once, ‘You’re like me. You drive fast when you’re angry.’ So I kept my eye on the speedo. Due to the time of day I was able (first time ever) to park at the surgery, where just about every space is reserved for doctors and nurses. Hauled my rollator out of the boot and tottered in. After standing in the slow-moving queue, I spoke to a sweet assistant. She disappeared and came back holding a brown paper bag, to my relief. She told me it was due for delivery on Monday morning and that they’d stopped phoning people because they didn’t have the staff to do it. If I hadn’t made that effort, I would have been worrying all weekend, so I’m still pretty angry about it.