Wednesday, 1/8/12.

Another month gone and we barely got 3 days of sun. COME ON AUGUST. I’M COUNTING ON YOU.

I took Thorpe to his hospital appointment earlier and, as expected, the NHS were fucking useless and told him they can’t refer him to have his tonsils out until he’s been to see his GP 6 times in one year. What the actual fuck. So he’s going to make an appointment once a month for the next six to see his GP about the same thing he’s already seen him for twice just so he can get a godamn referral. I know I shouldn’t complain considering our healthcare is free, but what’s the point in having it if you’re not even going to help people? Ridiculous. 

Christina, Sarah and Sam are coming over tonight for drinks and funtimes. Saz might pop in on her way back from a work meal (but I doubt it) and I’ve text Lisa but not heard back. Thorpe’s got football but he’ll join us afterwards. I forsee a drunken game of Kings on the horizon 😀

We got our first gold at the Olympics today, in the women’s rowing, and then our second a few hours later in the cycling. Go Team GB! 

I got some more freebies; three sample packs of tea bags, two or three more BB cream samples, some more Garnier lotion, lube (lol) and a quaker oats bar to name a few. I should really keep track of these!