The eye appointment yesterday was dreary – 2 hours sitting in a depressing waiting room not being told very much about what was going on. And since the NHS had managed to lose the original referral letter, it was back to square one, and I have to have more tests in 3 months. Oh well! I came out with yellow eye drops smeared all over my face, nice of them to tell me. I think the waiting room must have thought it was the zombie apocalypse as I was leaving 🙂 So I was quite glad in a sense not to see my school friends last night after all, as would rather do it some time when am not covered in yellow gunk…
This week has been surprisingly relentless work-wise and it feels as though as soon as I’ve dealt with one thing, three more things leap up to take its place. Really looking forward to my week off next week!
- talk to chief about things
- talk to D about HMRC issue them call HMRC, joy
- auto-enrolment letters?
- run fund statements
- meet N 3.00 to discuss what to do with all the cash they’re hoping to raise
- deal with annoying form which I’ve been putting off
- need to do some shopping
- clear up carnage
- Good Wife