Wet.

A very wet day. Yet again Peter's flying experience had to be postponed. It's a shame that they only do it on Sundays. However it was a good thing since I woke up this morning with a nasty bout of cystitis. (I'll spare you the details.) I realised that I needed more than the sachets you can buy over the counter so I began the saga of getting the appropriate antibiotics. First I rang 111 who answered quite quickly and confirmed that yes I need to speak to the doctor. Next thing was to wait for a phone call from the doctor. After an hour I checked my phone which had been right in front of me the whole time. Aargh! there was a missed call three quarters of an hour before. My phone had enough signal to make a phone call out but not to receive one. My next phone call to 111 had me on hold for 20 minutes until I could explain the situation and give them the house phone number. It's now two hours later and I'm still waiting. There's a time constraint in that once I see the doctor at the hospital I will still need to take the prescription to Boots or Morrisons which close at 4.00 on Sundays.

Update 3.00 - back home with some strong antibiotics from a very nice doctor at the hospital. No need to go to the chemist for the prescription either. It turns out that the house phone has a blocker which stops any private (withheld) number from ringing through. Usually that's a good thing to stop cold calls and scams though Peter doesn't recall setting this up. As to my phone not ringing, that's down to me messing about with my phone and inadvertently turning off the ringing. I've turned it back on now. In one way I can see today as being messed up but then again even though it took a while I had access to free medical treatment unlike many people in the world.