How about we have a little Summer fun with a small wager? As some of you know, I’m still waiting for the last of a series of hospital tests and until I’ve completed them it isn’t possible to start treating what is a painful and inconvenient condition. I had a date, Monday August 6th; at least I had a date until a week last Monday when a letter arrived in the post changing that to Thursday August 23rd. Good job I hadn’t cancelled anything important on the 6th, I thought and rearranged everything I had promised to do on the 23rd.
Well, that was stupid, wasn’t it?
Last Monday, I received another letter from the hospital, this time cancelling the appointment for the 23rd and bringing it forward to Friday August 3rd. Much gnashing of teeth, although with The Bears in mind I did moderate my language – for all of five minutes. That’s how long it took me to reach the second envelope from the hospital changing the 3rd of August to the 10th of August. Two in the same post! Expressions relating to right hand, left hand and not knowing what the other is doing were amongst the politer things I said.
Well, here we are on Sunday morning and I can’t help but wonder what tomorrow’s post is going to bring. The possibility that they will want to see me last Wednesday afternoon doesn’t seem beyond the bounds of probability. So, what offers am I made? What dates would you like to predict? How many different appointment changes do you think I’ll be opening twenty four hours from now? No prizes are offered, just the kudos of being the one that got it right.