Hello Polly and welcome to the wonderful world of crepeys! Please do stay!
I am being clutched by the cat, which is quite nice, if a bit stifling.
On children issues, DD1 is getting academic warnings for science. She made the massive step (for her) tonight of going to speak to her teacher to see where she is going wrong. He is a nice man, and spent an hour with her, explaining where she is going wrong and how to "work smarter." She is currently getting 69%, which is a D - I thought 69% sounded pretty good, but what do I know?
And agree with BD, Stropps, I would be shouty and ranty.
Crem, your poor Dad. I think when the NHS works, it is great. But when it doesn't, it really isn't. My poor cousin was repeatedly told there was nothing wrong with his throat, so he paid for a private consultation. A week later, and he's in the Royal Marsden, and the prognosis isn't good. My back is still sore. The dressings that the hospital told me I needed to get for my back are no longer made. Boots ordered me a size smaller, but they are much too small. Helpful assistant found me something that will do instead, and hopefully won't itch as much.