Worried Mish

I hate potholes.

The road I take to our GP was closed so we had to go the long way round. We arrived seven minutes late for MrQ's appointment. We were told to go home and come back another day and it transpired that he wasn't booked in to see a doctor anyway,  just a nurse. I usually manage to hold myself together but burst into tears and refused to leave. It takes me so long to get him ready and out of the house. In the end a kind doctor agreed to see him at the end of surgery. She has prescribed some strong antibiotics for his leg which is swollen like a tree trunk after skin damage became infected.

On the way home I ignored the Road Closed sign. There's a huge pothole that has been there for ages and means that traffic can only use one side of the road. No sign of it being repaired. Wish I'd ignored the sign on the way.

Poor Mish had to wait ages in the van for us. She's looking worried.