It has been a lovely weekend at the coast and quite calm but I thought that I would share some of my ‘normal’ with you.
I called for my prescription on Friday to be told “we need to get it signed, give us an hour”. 2 hours later I collected, deposited and paid the chemist the product would be ordered and would either be in Saturday or Monday. I returned on Saturday and they couldn’t find it, we debated the colour, type and my details for some ten minutes before somebody found it. It was in the tray for products being delivered today, since the delivery had just arrived if I gave them an hour they would dig it out. 1 hour later I returned to be told that the form hadn’t been signed by the doctor, they now had the product but couldn’t dispense it. Why didn’t they check this when they took the bloody thing in the first place? surely since a signature is a pre-requisite you check before you order the stuff?
On Friday night after the late pub in town had closed I was listening to the groups heading home when I heard my door open. I live on the second floor but I can still hear the communal foyer door quite clearly, I waited for my buzzer but it didn’t sound. Those of you that think me presumptuous for assuming any visitor were for me should know that very little of the building is occupied and I am by far the youngest occupant therefore most likely to receive 01:30 visitors. I was awoken again by a noise outside of my front door, presuming that somebody had left the communal door open I awaited a knock, again nothing. Now I know my neighbours are not here at the moment and there are only two apartments in the corridors so who was responsible for the noise? Like all security conscious people I went back to sleep and forgot about it. When I went out on Saturday morning there was a bag of rubbish in the hall, comprising takeaway wrappers and empty beer cans, neatly tied in a bag. I checked and my neighbours were still not there, somebody camped out in my hall and then left in the morning without trying to get my attention. I remind you that I am on the second floor and that there are several hallways before you reach mine, so why chose mine? Well I would like to thank my ‘visitors’ for not disturbing me, at my age I get grumpy when you wake me up.
I decided to run up my new Micky Sharpz tattoo machine on Saturday, so of course I needed a tattoo. I settled on an image and found a location, some 2 hours later I had a very nice piece on the inside of my leg, and cramp, and pain. The pain was not from the tattoo, oddly you become almost immune to this when you tattoo yourself, but from both wrists. If you can imagine that it is far more complicated, in terms of angles and such like, to tattoo oneself than it is to tattoo another and then add the mess that I call wrists you will get the idea. Packing up the gear was difficult because of the pain in righty, it is still hurting a lot today. I am wondering if they used any thread lock on the screws, if not will the vibration of the machine cause the screws to unwind? How cool would that be, returning to the consultant and explaining to him the principles of locking fixings in a vibrating environment. I could be the first person to need spring washers on his metalwork!
There you go, a weekend in the life of the ordinary man, the man in fact ‘who rides the Clapham Omnibus’ for my legally inclined friends.