I just got stuck behind a UKIP van, slowing rolling along with a loud-hailer, I'm not sure that's going to appeal to voters in Kirk Ella. Which is good, as it was probably that ****er Mike Whitehead.
And I've wasted two hours this morning going to a hospital appointment that was a complete and utter waste of time. The consultant didn't know why I'd been given an appointment to see him, the consultant he thought I should be actually be seeing apparently thought he'd given me the results of my CT scan already, but hadn't. Two CT scans three months apart(because the first one didn't show the organs they needed to see), three months and four phone calls before I get an appointment to find out the result of the second one, then the ****er doesn't even know why I'm seeing him. Turns out the second one is inconclusive and I now need an endoscopy and an ultra sound scan, which will no doubt take two months to arrange, then a further three months to advise me of the results. I'll probably die before I find out what's wrong with me. That'll teach 'em.