Went out to get a bus into Norwich, opened the app and found no bus on it. I guess pre app days we would just have hung around like lemons for 40 minutes. Now we know the damn thing isn't going to come.
As a result, the other threequarters missed her audiology appointment and I just have one question: why do services today often range from the poor to non existent? And I defy anyone to argie with that statement.
Sometimes we get to screaming point just trying to get the basics of healthcare organised and in many cases the response is just not acceptable.
My wife recently had to make a formal complaint about a health service and get very angry with them on the phone before she got an audiology appointment re-scheduled after the hospital had cancelled her original way back in January and not given her a fresh date. Why oh why do you have to get nasty before anything is done?
Appointments can't be made or get cancelled at short notice, departments don't talk to each other, buses just don't turn up, pharmacies close for days at a time. I have lived quite a long time but I can never remember our country being in such a mess. But marketeers still put forward this view of a perfect world where everything works seamlessly and perfectly and sadly the opposite is true. Politicians forever tell us how much money is being ploughed into health, education and virtually any other area of existence.
Do let me know if you have met with particular frustrations.
That's enough moaning for one day.
I have a confession to make. I left Norwich Library with Brendan O'Carroll's autobiography "Call Me Mrs Brown."
I reckon if I asked my 630 blogettes whether they liked the TV comedy Mrs Brown's Boys I would get 300 yesses and 300 nos. The other 30 wouldn't have a clue what I was on about.
So for those 30 who live in lands afar, Mrs Brown's Boys is an Irish comedy show based around Agnes Brown and her family. It is highly irreverent and, to my mind, very funny. Others aren't amused by it. It is filmed live before an audience. Very often the actors, most of whom are members of the O'Carroll family including his wife, his son, his grandson and one of his sisters, forget their lines. It's difficult to work out whether this is deliberate or not because some of the funniest moments have come from the pratfalls.
Brendan O'Carroll is obviously a man but plays the part of Mrs Brown. The book is not the kind of autobiography I would normally read although I have read ones by Alan Carr and some American wrestler whose name escapes me. When I told my other threequarters about the book I was borrowing she was less than impressed.
"I bet it's full of four letter words from the first page," she said.
I pointed out that the first page was about the death of his beloved sister and was totally devoid of four letter words unlike some awful American drama she was watching the previous evening which had so many unnecessary four letter words in it that it was just a f--k fest.
But enough for today. Speak to you all again tomorrow.