Out for the day restoring cast iron water pipes, and also needed to address an errant bear in London Zoo, so couldn't post earlier.
Only thing under stones is toads, dear. Not a place for you. You'd have to eat worms, and possibly slugs and who wants to eat a slug ?
I'd rather have some of them banana muffins.
OK. The GP is ill, can't help that, and the other one ain't for you.
I think the 2 week wait ain't for you either. So, using my incredible powers of logical deduction, we have but one choice:
Yes, it's the telephone shuffle. The way it works is you find out what time they need you to call. Say 08:30 AM.
You put your TV on teletext (to see accurate time) and gather a house phone and a mobile or two if you've got them. At 8:29 you start ringing on phone 1. 8:29:30 try phone two and 8:30 you try phone 3.
One of them will be answered and I expect you will get an emergency slot either same day, or within a day or two. Check that your GP has turned up for work if you don't want to see anyone else.
Basically, either you do this or dh (personal bear-grappler to the stars) can do it for you. Believe me, you don't want KangaMummy phoning up and boring the receptionists senseless about Volvo geartronic automatic transmissions.
There was also an offer in an earlier post to assist you if you feel crap or can't find your phone cos you left it under the stone and now the battery's dead.
If they hold no surgeries over the weekend, begin Monday.
This'll give you plenty of time for some nice long walks which you owe yourself, and I understand dh will be back from work trip. Maybe you could have a good old chat 'n all ? Did you get your thermos yet ?
Come on, WigWam, your plan to conquer all this shit isn't going to go sailing off into the sunset just cos your GP's gone and got a dose of Bird Flu is it ? Purlease.
Put the stone down and walk away from car with your hands up. Make yourself a drink of something warm and pleasant like Early Grey Peppermint Tea, and plan your weekend with the family and your Monday morning strategy.
And don't say you haven't got a teapot, cos we all know that's porky pies, eh, calendar girl