Waiting for December

Not much photo -excitement today. I walked to the office and forgot to take photos, probably because my hands were stuffed into my pockets to ward off the cold. 

I had to work in the small smelly office without many windows, even though there was no one in my actual office all day. I queried this, but Rules are Rules. Hot desking it is. We had another farewell lunch for the practice manager, who went on maternity leave at the end of today. I heard some sad stories from my clients: Christmas miracles in reverse. I  asked one of the receptionists to pray for one family. She said that her mother prays all day, so she'd ask her, too. My colleague A has been sent  to a distant surgery on Thursdays, so I did not see her. 

Afterwards, I tidied up (all this is shifting stuff around is going to take up so.much time) and left only half an hour late. Went up to our local pub, where a meeting had been arranged to discuss the absurd proposal that Stroud Trinity ward, where I live,  should be divorced from the rest of Stroud and become part of a bunch of rural villages. That would mean that, amongst other things, Stroud hospital would no longer be part of Stroud town in terms of administration. We have only eleven days to make our views known. 

And now we are home, and have had dinner, and I'm watching a programme about Abba (yes, really).and waiting for December, when I start my teabag advent calendar (recycled from last year) and my Jacquie Lawson electronic Edwardian e-calendar! What would our grandparents have made of this ?