Ugh, what a day. Started off with DH's announcement on Monday that he'd forgotten he had a hospital appointment today (so no chance to cancel it) - I had work planned and so had to arrange for him to come and get me after lunch so I could look after ds whilst his appointment was happening. I was taking a bookcase (flat-packed) out of its cardboard this morning so we could take all the cardboard to the tip (Wednesday is van day) and one of the shelves fell from head height and smacked into the top of my foot - fortunately the straight edge of the shelf, not the corner, but wowser it hurt. Left for work feeling very shaken (DH utterly oblivious, I might point out).
Journey to work dreadful, went to the hospital, went to the wrong outpatients department (but in the right building) and then left DH with the doctor whilst ds and I went to get a coffee in the building next door. Came back to find it was like the outpatients area didn't exist - the fire shutter was down, no sign of anyone. Eventually it turned out there was a staff shortage so they'd literally just chucked all the outpatients outside in order to shut the reception area. Notably there were plenty of staff out in the seating area outside, all smoking, along with all the patients also smoking, so we couldn't sit down. No key to the van. DH was effectively trapped in the building at this point although could have escape through a fire exit in an emergency.
Eventually they opened the fire shutter to let him out, ds got in trouble for running underneath it (not entirely clear why), then we all clambered back in the van, finally remembering we needed the code for the car park to get out. So in I go AGAIN (this is all jumping from a height out of the van on to my dodgy foot) to find someone to ask what the code is 'it's there' she says, pointing to a piece of paper with a four digit number on (and nothing else) on the fire shutter. Like how would I know that was what that was?? The shutter's not even meant to be there!
Anyway, back home via the tip to find my foot is very swollen and sore, and I'm thoroughly hacked off with the hospital and DH for that matter!
Oh! And I haven't been to the sodding post office! (Note how I save that to the end). I actually thought ours had a half day on a Wednesday despite Leeds being a major metropolitan centre so I was bloody annoyed to note the one opposite the tip was open this afternoon 