Nobody Told Me.
What a lovely day for a 66-mile
round trip to London for my second rescheduled doctors' appointment to be
brought forward without my knowledge and without them thinking to call me when
I didn't turn up to see if I'd received their letter; a £30 train ticket’s
quite a price to pay for a Gray’s Inn Rd coffee.
The only good news was I
managed to get back to Hitchin pretty quickly all things considered, though I
did have to go to St Pancras rather than the usual King’s Cross due to Chris
Grayling’s bastardised rail timetable (another Tory success story; "successstory?"), I'd received an answerphone message by the afternoon with the offer of a rescheduled
appointment, but it’s still frustrating that I went all that way for no real
reason, particularly when it’s the second time it's happened;
you’d definitely think it would be obvious when I didn’t turn up yesterday that
I might not been told of the change of date, when that situation could have
just been resolved by a quick phone call.
The other positive to come
from it was I was up and out early, which is always good as it puts you at an
advantage, I also got to briefly visit
the Royal Throat, Nose and Ear Hospital, which is a member of the Heads, Shoulders, Knees and Toes Academy.