Under orders from the DVLA, I made the appointment to see the specified doctor at my local surgery. Lots of "Why the f... do you need an appointment? We are busy dealing with sick people!" "I have no idea, but that is what the DDVLA have mandated on pain of being banned!" "are you sick then?" "No, just sick and tired of the DVLA!" "OK, we will put off ill people in order to fit you in!" I really think that I am done with this shit. I've got the appointment in a few weeks but will probably be told of Specsavers test failure before then. That will be it, I am done with this shit. I will just go back to using taxis and trains. Bikes and car will be given away.
Packing a bag once again, albeit not with joy in my heart A family bereavement means we are flying over to Dublin in the morning with a drive to Galway.
Omeprazole is used after stem cell transplants. I found it didn't work for me I was having to have gaviscon as heart burn was awful. I was put back on lanzoprazole which works well for me
Indeed, she has vary focal lenses etc etc . To be fair she has them on unless she's in bed sleeping. £650 on glasses, ouch. £650 on a bike exhaust, bargain !
I know, isn't it strange how we perceive certain values. I would never deny my wife anything and it might hurt but the same expenditure on the bike or the car somehow seems palatable.
Its worse than you think... We get so accustomed to spending large and larger sums on our bikes (and any other machine that swallows petrol) that its becomes normalised. So not only is one purchase of £650 OK; to get to that point there's probably been several purchases on or around that amount. So in reality its £2 -£3 grand thats OK. But I digress... What are buying for your bike next? Hahahahaha!
As I've said before, long ago, I'm in a flat, here. On the top floor, which suits me, being quiet - and I reckon I get some benefit from the heat rising from the flats below. Anyway, nearly an hour ago, a guy from the ground floor knocked on my door. I answered it, and he said "Why do you keep puncturing my bike?" I asked him if he was mad. I mean, once I'd realised that this was really happening and not some surreal hallucination. We to and fro-ed awhile on the theme of "Why would you think I'd do something like that?" and "I know it was you". Eventually I said why don't we get the police in and they can sort it out? And went off to look for my phone. I got back and asked him why the fuck would I do something so fucking stupid? I think he said it yet again, but don't remember now, probably on account of I was beginning to feel egregiously insulted. I told him I thought he should go to the hospital. He wandered off back downstairs, and I made an online report to the local bill. Actually I do think he needs psychiatric care.
The blood test results came back with a green light, but a friend not so lucky. Sixteen pairs of boots that need throwing away...............that's what you do when you've unlimited space with no flower pots etc.
