Some things are like buses aren’t they? You wait for ages and then three turn up at once. This week’s proverbial buses have been appointments.
On Monday Sir had to go to the dentist, a surprisingly successful appointment as it happens.
Tuesday was parent’s evening, both kids are doing really well, Madam has blossomed in high school. Sir will be going to the upper school in September (along with the Sixth Form classes – he’s 15) how did that happen!
Wednesday afternoon was an appointment for me! I got my hair cut at long last, and made an appointment for Madam to get hers done at the weekend.
Yesterday I attempted to phone up to change a physio appointment for Madam, you phone a number and leave a message, trouble was every time I got to the bit where I could do that, my hay fever got the better of me and I had an almighty sneezing fit! Three tries it took me!
Today I need to phone up and book my car in for it’s MOT, it’s due on the same day the boiler is due for a service. Like buses.