Red mist

My meeting with Dr Kozhliak didn’t go well yesterday. I may tell you more about it at a later date when I’ve calmed down a little bit, but in the meantime do please contact me if you can recommend a decent GP in Norfolk..
I went to discuss it with Ted when I got home but he was too busy moaning about Andy Murray to listen. “Never put your faith in a Scot” he said. Dr Kozhliak is Polish, so I assume Ted was talking about the tennis.
I may stop watching sport with Ted. He gets so angry. After last nights football he said that Uruguay should be shot for crimes against sport. The whole country, by the way, not just the football team. He also said that if he was Ghanaian he would hunt down the guy who missed their penalty and ‘string him up by his own perineum.’ I’m not sure where he gets these ideas from, but I’m sure glad he’s not Ghanaian.

Tomorrow should be a fun day.
Some of us from work had agreed to meet up for a Wimbledon party if Andy Murray reached the final. He didn’t, so we’ve had a re-think. Well, Philippa had a re-think and then called everyone. Eight of us are heading to the beach with a cooler full of beer and a BBQ.
I was going to invite Hannah and Nathan, but I was worried he might be tempted to walk on the sea.

RC 3-7-10