“Just calling for a blood test result,” I say into the phone as I sit in traffic on the M6. Yes, that means I have ventured back into the world of law.
“Was it a pregnancy test?” the receptionist says.
“No,” I say sharply. “I DO NOT WANT A PREGNANCY TEST.”
“Okay!”
“It was a glandular fever test,” I say.
“Oh,” she says, making an assortment of Looking noises into the phone. You know the types. “One moment please,” and “Just having a quick look…” said very slowly.
“Oh, it’s – it’s gone!”
“Um?”
“Sorry we appear to have lost it,” she says.
“What do you mean you’ve LOST it?” I say.
“Well, it’s missing.”
I am lost for words. Does she want my help? So I say the only thing I can think of.
“Well, where did you last have it?”
Welcome back, dear!
I have a second blog going now: http://www.falderol.com. You may read whichever you prefer, and hopefully I’ll update them both on a regular basis before too long.
Nobody can do their job anymore, I am afraid to say…..
Also, I am glad you are well enough to get back to your law stuff
xx
Ps. Stop winning on Scrabulous, would you?!