Tell us something really trivial about your life Volume 40

Okay.
Go get 'em big boy.
I'll hold your jacket.
And the camera.

Er......i.....er.....i thought that, you know, someone might.....well......

Old Grunter.
Seriously Strong Italian Half-Baked Pig Cheese.


Whatever next?

A buxom Polish maiden producing kindling from betwixt her bounteous boobies?

Not a bad way to offset the fuel crisis, I suppose.

I wouldn't venture anywhere near to Penrose's nesting girders though!
That would be extremely foolhardy, wooden tit?

I walked to the in-store pharmacy at Asda, and picked up my prescription requested yesterday,which was a surprise, because I was expecting two different medications requested last Friday. Nope, they haven't received that from my GP's Medical Practice.
Ho hum.
I continued my walk to my son's place, roused him from his torpor and rested with a nice cup of coffee whilst after sone persuasion from his Dad, he tended to his ablutions ablutions, got dressed in preparation for walkies with an excited FrankieDoggie. Poor little bugger was so pleased at the prospect.
So we set off to my GP surgery to chase up the prescription that was jammed up in the system somewhere.
The lovely receptionist was very helpful and told me tovfill out a request slip and pop it in the box as per the correct procedure. It would be processed within 48 hours as usual.
"No, I said, I already submitted this request last Friday, and I need one of the items tomorrow, as I have run out of them today. It is rather important, as I have had a triple coronary bypass three weeks ago, and it is an essential element of my medication.
The other receptionist then intervened and said she would intervene and try to get a doctor to authorise the issue of a script this very same day, and she would call me to let me know when it could be collected from the pharmacy.
Well, thankyou for some common sense.
EB and FrankieDoggie had waited patiently oustside for me, and we continued or walk to arrive back at Robbo Towers, where Grandma made a big fuss of Frankie and gave her some special doggie sausages, most appropriate for a sausage dog.

At 17:00 hrs I got a phone call from the Surgery Receptionist to tell me that the prescription had been sent to the Pharmacy for collection, so I asked Mrs Robbo if she would kindly go to collect it for me and give EB and FrankieDoggie a lift back home as well. She reluctantly agreed ( it would mean missing "The Chase" or whatever and she doesn't like driving in the dark. But off they went.

At 17:40 hrs, she returned empty handed, apart from a paper prescription slip.
Apparently the Pharmacy had no stock of that particular drug, and they would have to oder it in, so it would be ready on Friday. Alternatively they said she could try at their other branch about 1/4 mile down the road, and gave her the printed slip.

So she tried the other branch. Yes, they had some in stock, but unfortunately they weren't allowed to issue the drug because the recipient was not registered with them. No amount of pleading or appeal to reason worked, so she came home empty-handed and very annoyed. No, VERY ANNOYED!!!
It was my fault that she missed her TV programme.

But she did give me the slip. Which is nice.
Perhaps I should just chew on that?

Gnite nite Trivs.
Sleep well and don't have Gnightmares.


'Kinell!