Watch With Phoebe

Phoebe and I strolled through Boosh Barn ce soir. She couldn't make up her mind between the round window or the arched window although how she managed to look from the outside in through the round window is beyond me!

Boosh 1, Aunty Shirl's, is racing ahead. She has glass in her windows and doors hung throughout, and Steve tells me that her kitchen is going in on Friday! BT have announced that they're coming to fit phone lines whilst we're away. They've also assigned us phone numbers and want to know how we require listing in the phone book. Rather more worryingly they've automatically put us on BT Together Option 1 unless we tell them otherwise, at lots of pounds per year, so I had a look at otherwise. This was a job on The Daily List (a SAH essential) that the Fifmeister asked me to look at while she's away. So I had a look, on their website, and promptly stopped looking. It is way way beyond the powers of subba comprehension. Way way beyond the powers of the most genius of genii. Alexander Graham Bell must be turning in his grave. Why does everything have to be so difficult? Why so much choice? All we want to do is rent a phone line and make and receive telephone calls.

Had a similar experience with the GP surgery today. I wanted to make an appointment with the lovely Dr Simon; A Shirl very kindly offered to drive me there and, as she has an appointment tomorrow afternoon at the same surgery with the same lovely Dr Simon, it made absolute sense to try and get in at a similar time. So I rang and spoke to the Medical Receptionist, who shall today receive special mention for being so uncharacteristically nice. She said that I could have the appointment immediately after A Shirl's but she couldn't book it in for me today as you can only book appointments on the day you want to be ill so if I could ring back at 8.30am tomorrow she'll book me in, although she could promise me tomorrow's appointment today, even though she couldn't book me in. Confused? I am.