Waiting and waiting...

A day in my place of voluntary counselling today - sitting there, waiting for four out of my total of five clients to turn up for their appointments. None of them did and none of them rang to cancel and this, unfortunately, is not unusual.
It is, however, frustrating.


Cake and Gosford Park

We were watching Gosford Park on Film 4.
"It must have been such a strange life," I commented, "Your every whim catered for, everyone running round after you, not the smallest thing to worry about - if you were well off, of course."
"A bit like me, you mean?" Keith volunteered.
"Exactly," I said, "You have me to look after your every whim. I reckon I do pretty well, too. At least 9 out of 10. There's just the occasional cake hiatus..."
Keith leaned forward.
"Is that something to do with cake I already ate?" he enquired.
"Possibly," I said.


Plaster board and dust

So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...