Losing it...
Sorry but I need a rant (and yes it does cover the usual things like the election and the NHS). But first I need to tell you that I am very happy because I have been consigned to bed for the rest of the day by my doctor for reasons which will become apparent and that means I can sit here full of baby and tunnocks tea cakes (6 in a packet? I ask you..) and catch up with you old muckers which makes everything else worthwhile.
A few months ago I received a letter (on paper so expensive a single sheet of it could probably be used to fund a BA programme at a presitgious uk institution but that is another rant) from my MP in London saying that if I didn't register for a postal vote then the tories would win out in Battersea and that would be a truly terrible thing. So I duly registered my postal vote, thanked my MP for sorting it out, and told him that there was no way I would be voting his warmongering backside back in to office (Martin Linton). Of course I have not received my postal vote.
I have spent a week non stop trying to call Wandsworth electoral office to be told that I am in a queue and that my call is important to them by a robotic lady (who I am sure is Ruth Kelly) to then be told that the queue is full and try later by a robotic man (who could also be Ruth Kelly). Finally I got through this morning to be told that my voting papers must have got lost in the post. Sorry. Nothing we can do.
So slightly peeved, because I love elections and I love the whole bitchy childish one upmanship and showing off thing (I swear this baby will come out knowing Andrew Marr's voice better than her own daddy), I had to then go to the doctors for a routine appointment.
Except they tried to take eight samples of blood from me. "No" I said "You took blood last week"
"Yes," they said "but we've lost it"
"Well" I said, "What about the blood you took a couple of weeks ago
"Oh we've lost that too".
So I let them take more, with my teeth clenched (from pain and anger - the nurse collapsed three veins and looked at me like I was a drug addict, when it's their fault for treating me like a pin cushion) and then told me that I might be a bit anaemic. No shit sherlock, that's probably because all my blood, that should be pumping around my body keeping me alive, is sitting in various plastic containers lonely and forgotten about and bloody well LOST.
Anyway, the point of this is, how can people lose things that are so important? Of course I know that we all lose things, I frequently lose keys, purse, glasses etc. Last night I even lost a cat for a good 6 hours (long story short, big cat has been bought one of those ugly cat bed things to stop her sleeping draped around the toilet like a novelty pedestal mat. Little cat decided to have a go in bed while big cat wasn't looking, big cat had a goldilocks moment and there was a big fur fight and big cat packed bags and ran away. But then came back.) But these are not major things to lose. I think if I lost some of my client's work (which is essentially what this is) I would have a damn sight more to say than sorry. Don't you?
Anyway, rant over.
It's nice to be back
Anyone fancy having a rant about something?



