There was a bizarre piece of bizarreness when I phoned the MHLive ticket people to check if they'd got my email address right, at the exact second the bloke who answered the phone happened to be sending the e-ticket... which was incredibly impressive, to say the least.
One of our clients got arrested in the corridor at about 2.00pm, with much swearing and shouting. The two officers eventually called for backup because he was resisting arrest, and another four cars turned up - for one fourteen year old boy. Of course, that set Cynthia off being upset because her son's fourteen, but aside from that it was quite exciting.
I left at 5.00 to go and pick up my prescription. My surgery has recently opened a pharmacist in the same building to make getting your prescription easier... but I absolutely hate it. The staff are slow, even though there's always a Head Pharmacist in there, there's about three of them, but only one of them ever wants to serve you. Grudgingly. And it's tiny, so it was full of people.
Nevertheless, prescription having been obtained (the NHS are now charging £6.50 per item...), I wasn't in such a bad mood... until I started waiting for the bus. It was only about 5.45 by this point. Twenty minutes later, I was still waiting for sign of any bus, let alone one I could catch... Then I got a call off mum saying that she and David were at the The Dog, and if I walked down I could get a lift home... unfortunately, she thought I was at the Bearwood bit of Hagley Road, not the Sandon Road bit of Hagley Road (it's about an extra quarter-mile to walk), so I was decidedly aggravated by the time I got there...
And now I'm just frelled off with the entire world, for no feasible reason. I'm also very tired, which might have something to do with it, but being frelled off for no reason makes me frustrated, and I'm hungry, and I want everything to bugger off an leave me alone now, please.
None of this being helped, of course, by the fact that there is still no e-ticket in my inbox, nor my Junk folder. I'll give it until tomorrow and then call again Thursday, which I'm sure will piss them off, but I can't help being paranoid when the damn thing's in two weeks and I don't even have tickets yet.
Which reminds me: two of my people may not be able to go, so there's two Most Haunted Live tickets up for grabs (well, I presume, if I ever get them) if anyone wants them. If you live in London, that would also be a bonus... though quite frankly, by this point, I couldn't care less.