MrsG just called me, at work. I have a letter from the hospital. Told her to open it, expecting my routine pre-operative assessment to be cancelled. Oh, no, can I get there by 3pm, today.? No, I fucking can’t. The hospital is in Carlisle, I’m in Keswick , at work, we’re doing interviews, this afternoon and will, therefore be short staffed.
The letter was dated 10/3 - why didn’t they fucking ring me on the 10th, the useless cunts?