And then there was One

I survived the sleepover. The boys were great. They kept the noise down and I only had to tell them twice to go to sleep at 2.30 am. I went to bed at 9.30 and left them in the capable hands of Shaun of the Dead. I think they had a good time. Whether their parents will let them come back is another matter. Both boys looked really tired and I believe they had coke and chocolate birthday cake for breakfast, so I'm not going to be very popular at all.

Apart from that work went well. It was a very busy weekend with silly call volumes not helped by the continuing BA Radiation alert. A lot of very grumpy people ringing back to enquire about their call-backs for their ingrown toenails.

By the way, if you ever have dental pain:
1. don't leave it to Saturday afternoon to get it sorted out, when it started Monday morning
2. don't say 'I don't believe in painkillers, I'm in agony' and expect to get any sympathy
3. please register with a dentist well before the event, because trust me, dental problems will happen

My good deed for the day was for my taxi-driver. We were having a quick chat on the way home and he casually let slip that he'd gone to hospital the day before to have a chest X-ray for chest pains. He'd forgotten to mention to the doctor that he was also having pains in his jaw and down his left arm. Either, he was just looking for some attention or some sympathy or, his heart was sending him some messages he really should be listening to. One thing is for certain, my scripts are now second nature. I told him to give NHSD a ring, and if his pain increased at any point, to ring 999 sharpish.

Here endith the lesson. Hope you had a good weekend and will face the coming week rested, refreshed and ready to take the shite.