Waiting times

I chummed Mr A over to Glasgae today, in order for him to attend an appointment at the Golden Jubilee hospital. Just occasionally, he and I get caught out by something which, had we grown up in Scotland, we would have known all about from beginning. So until today, when we actually visited it, we hadn't known about the National Waiting Times hospital, also known as the Golden Jubilee, and endowed with the onsite Beardmore hotel. It was odd walking through the reception area of a hotel straight into a hospital.

In fact, "waiting-times" was really what it was all about today, and the time spent there stretched out endlessly, shuffled from room to corridor seating area and back again, to such an extent that we missed our anticipated train back to the Burgh from Dalmuir. By an intensely frustrating 30 seconds. We'd still be sitting there now if I hadn't "encouraged" the nurse who was giving us some "education" to cut it short... I'm all in favour of receiving information, but it would be better to have a proper set of leaflets or booklets to look through. It had been a thoroughly exhausting and somewhat dispiriting day by the time we made it back to Waverley, so we popped into M&S to pick up a couple of treats. Anyway, we've already waited nearly six months, and we've a fair bit more waiting to come...