So H finally spoke to the Ditzy Secretary. And she said, ‘oh, we can only do two or three LIT treatments a month, because of the lab bookings, so we can’t fit you in until June.’
And H said: ‘June? JUNE?’
And the DS said: ‘Well, we’ll fit you in sooner if there’s a cancellation.’
And H put the phone down and texted me, and I called him back, and then I went and stood in the middle of a garden square and banged my head repeatedly on a tree.
And then I went to my favourite coffee shop, where my favourite barista was so pleased to see me he gave me a free coffee, and I cheered up a bit.
What the hell are we going to do with ourselves until JUNE?