Dad had another doctor's appointment today - with the eye specialist, Dr Radius. I could have borne the hour-long wait better had I not dashed away from work I really ought not to be treating so lightly this week. I could have borne it better had it not turned out to be another money-spinning and expectedly unrevealing 'check-up'.

After the appointment I had intended to get some more spare keys cut, some shoes repaired, some bread bought and some cash extracted from a teller machine - all these things for mum and dad. But dad was complaining about a pain in his hip. He fell over today, while he was walking around the block. His complaints, wincing, and flinching got so bad that I made a diversion and parked the car outside the surgery of his GP, Dr Femur. I explained the situation to the receptionist and she made arrangements for us to see the doctor immediately. The doctor examined dad, who has a swelling the size of an orange on the side of his hip, and then told us we would need to get a x-ray done first thing in the morning, after which we were to take the images back for him to see.

Inwardly I groaned. When am I ever going to have the time to get some work done? I called Greg and asked if he could handle the two appointments tomorrow, in my stead. After a bit of rescheduling on his part, he called back and said he could. Hallelujah!

I'm dashing this entry off before heading back to the office. I'll try to get a couple more hours of work in before midnight, and then make an early start tomorrow morning.