Rushed home from school, hassled boys into cleaning teeth, rush, rush, rush. Dentist at 4.20. Grr, why are all the traffic lights set to red when you're in a rush. Only one parking space available which involved some parallel parking - miraculously managed this at only 6 attempts. Got into dentist at 4.19, relaxed in the knowledge that we were on time and therefore going to earn loads of brownie points.
'Hello, Stashbasket family here for our 4.20 appointment.'
'You're a day late Mrs Stashbasket, you should have been here at 4.20 on Wednesday.'
'Er, are you sure? It says Thursday on my calendar.'
'Yes, quite sure, the dentist was rather cross because you had a 40 minute appointment.'
'40 minutes? For a check up? What on earth does he do?'
I shall find out at the end of July which is the next available appointment.
(1 hour later, I've just been to vote and have inadvertantly taken Mr Stressy's voting card. Think I ought to go to bed for the rest of the day and hope that tomorrow will be better!)
(2 hours later, they say things always happen in 3's don't they, so I really shouldn't be surprised. Our car, which has been in the garage for the last 3 weeks being repaired has just broken down. We only got it back yesterday.)
I have a cake to decorate tonight. Am slightly nervous about doing it now.