This morning I was whinging and moaning (in that order) about having to work on a Saturday - I was planning on doing as little as possible, followed up by eating far too much popcorn in the cinema - but after an unusually quiet morning (the phone rang about three times and only a handfull of people came in) I found out what was happening. The entire town had decided to go to the beach. According to more then one source, the traffic was at a standstill on the way out of town in all directions. So that must have been a joy for them; being stuck in traffic jams all the way to the coast on one of the hottest days of the summer (with the 2.4 children in the back) and then being squashed onto the beach with everyone they were trying to get away from.

I was very thoughtful and made a note to point out the air conditoning (with a look of glee) to the few stragglers who did come in, they were all huffing and puffing while moaning that its far too hot. We're never satisfied. Its either too cold, wet, hot, foggy, humid, dry etc ect. But at least we are consistant. No matter what the weather is doing, I know the patients will come in and complain about it within seconds of their backsides hitting the waiting room chairs. Which is fine for them. They don't need to hear it at least every twenty-five minutes.