Thursday, 10th October 2019.
The best part about today was the journey in. I didn’t have to meet anyone, make conversation or worry about being late. I just slowly weaved my way to Soho Square.
The rest of the day was shit and sweaty. Redeemed only by it’s close proximity to The Montague Pike.
I’ve just seen a guy on the tube. I swear he was wearing a comedy glasses and big nose disguise.
It turns out it was his actual face.
How unfortunate. Then again, he must have chose the glasses.
Sunday, 13th October 2019.
There was no work Friday. As a result, I have spent the last few days finpushing the stairs in preparation forthe carpet fitting tomorrow.
I have also just found out that there is no work tomorrow. This might not be a bad thing as the pain is back with a vengeance. So, I am going to go to the walk-in centre at Ashford first thing tomorrow. I’ll assume the worst.
Monday, 14th October 2019.
I got up early. I rang the doctor. No appointments. I couldn’t face the walk-in centre so I opted for the afternoon recall.
Carter said she would try and get me an afternoon appointment for some time this week.
Fuck this country. It would be easier to die.