I’ve got a font…
..and I’m not afraid to use it.
This morning I’m going off to St. Peter’s Hospital to see someone (no names on this Blog, it’s not a witch-hunt) from Accident and Emergency to discuss their gross negligence in sending me home for a week with a dislocated, fractured ankle last year.
I’m not happy about going back, not happy about talking to them, but it has to be done.
It’s taken a year and a week for anyone to speak to me.
It’s a strange feeling, I spent years representing vulnerable people – and now I know how hard it is doing it for yourself. You know what they say – ‘those who represent themselves have a fool for a client’.
I don’t have any choice. Gulp!
So, I can only say to myself:
I’ve got a font….
Isn’t that a great font?
It’s like Bewitched
Or Bedknobs and Broomsticks
I must stop doing that.
It’s like having a Magic Wand
No, stop it, really.
Abracadabera Oops, I did it again.
Wish me luck!
(a don’t stop till you drop production)