Going to the hospital, the long way round:-)

I had a neurology appointment at 2.15. Because the buses in Bristol (previously pretty wonderful) have become so infrequent and unreliable I left in plenty of time.  I had established that the builder was going to do something quiet all afternoon (skimming I believe it’s called) so it was ok to leave the cat. 
I got to the centre surprisingly quickly, where I had to walk a little way to change routes, to get me up to Southmead hospital  which lies about 3 miles north of the city centre.  Because I had so much time, I walked on a few stops to go past here, some nice old buildings, mostly hidden away by huge office blocks, unless you actually walk through this alleyway. The nearest one, the black and white one, used to be a fish and chip shop a while ago, which I would sometimes go to when I worked nearby. I believe it’s ‘proper’ old and dates back to the 13th century. No chance of getting a blip without lots of people, I think it’s in all the tourist guides. 
To finish the story, I caught the bus up to Southmead, arrived at the hospital entrance and checked which room I had to go to, assuming it would be the same neurology area as all my previous visits.  Imagine my surprise when the appointment letter, headed “Neurology Department, Southmead Hospital” told me to go to area A400 in the Bristol Royal Infirmary - which is in the city centre, around 100 yards from the buildings shown above.  So I ran out of the hospital in a panic, found a taxi driver dropping someone off, and got him to take me back to the city asap. I don’t think it was strictly legit, I should have prebooked him by phone, but he sorted all that out. A youngish guy, he was incredibly professional and we went smoothly along the busy roads, and got to the BRI with one minute to spare.  I’ve never been in a BMW before so it was worth £16.50:)
I’m still not sure whether I was silly to not check the details more carefully before I left, or they were silly to send me a letter headed the wrong address.  I’m perfectly willing to accept I’m not my usual organised self at present, and things are quite stressful. I did tell the doctor what had happened (he laughed). No wonder he’s sent me for another brain scan! I think I could have flown to Barcelona in the time the journey took:)