24/12/07 v2

Yay!
I have an ear infection. I love getting up early on a day I don't (shouldn't) have to in order that I can call the doctors at one second past eight in the morning. One has to do this with my local GP's surgery as the area is full of old people. And they have this nasty habit of falling ill and clogging up the appointments system with their collective frailty. So, I went, and was seen, on time, at ten past nine. Which was nice. More chemicals to thrust down my ear canal. Have been advised to wear wax earplugs when showering.
Sexy.
After the joy of the surgery, I went to the chemist over the road with the intention f getting the hell out of Dodge ASAP, as, the intention this morning, which is the first of Wifey's holiday, was to go to Ikea for a cheapo breakfast and a walk around the SALE items. So, I go to the chemist and hand over my prescription, pay, sit down, walk around, look at crap I neither want nor need and generally try to kill the time between arrival and prescription fulfilment. After about ten minutes my name was called. "Your doctor hasn't signed your prescription....". Five minutes later I am stood back in front of the same counter, speaking to the same woman and handing over the same prescription. Fifteen minutes later I'm walking out of their wishing I just didn't have ears.
We drove to Ikea, the gates of the car park were still closed. It was just before 10am so I wheeled around the block for a few minutes and circled back to Sweden. The gates were still closed. Locked even, but, people were on the car park. They were driving Into the car park through the OUT lane. So I followed them and after parking up was told by a kindly OAP (female) that "they aren't upon until Boxing Day". So after much swearing and driving around looking for somewhere that wasn't rammed that served breakfast, we made for home and had brunch. It had gone 11am when we ate breakfast.
The photo from the art gallery shoot last week is in the local paper today. I looked at their website and downloaded a pdf of the page. The photo is in colour and it makes me look fat, a bit like a pantomime dame. I whinged and found solace that the photo in the newspaper would be in Black & White. No such luck. I bought three copies. One for my Mum, one for the supporting paperwork for the project and one for, well, one for 'just in case'.