The 27th & 28th; I'm so angry.
The 27th of April.
I hoped to get my stripy jumper assembled today. That has not happened.
Before I could get knitting, I had to do a blog post, but that was not exactly taxing. Then I had to get the right seams together and sew up the raglans, making sure all the stripes lined up before I could start working on the neckline. At some point I ate lunch, and I managed to get the whole neck picked up once I'd worked out where my stitches needed to go. They're not entirely even but I'm really hoping it won't be too obvious.
At half two we had to go to the QE for a random liver clinic. Apparently lots of Monday ones have had to be cancelled because of all the Bank Holidays, so they squeeze in Saturday ones from time to time. They were only running about half an hour late, so I struggled through a chapter of my book (I can't fucking see) before giving it up for my phone until I got called in. I saw Dr. El Sharif who I don't know but seemed perfectly pleasant. I didn't need much, just some more tacrolimus and some blood forms!
The nurse got my vein straight away, and because we'd made good time I suggested we pop into John Lewis so I could get a lipstick from NARS. I also got some top coat for my nails and some Hotel Chocolat truffles on sale, then we fought through the traffic home.
The 28th of April.
Well, I am in a terrible mood. I have spent pretty much all day waiting for Steve and Niall to come and adopt Falcon, only for them to not turn up. I have texted Steve twice and phoned him three times, but he has not responded to any of my communications.
This morning, I filled in the adoption paperwork, because we'd agreed that they'd come about midday. Once that was done, I got back to my jumper. I've just kept going with it all day, with one eye on the marathon, waiting for Adam to finish (he was running to raise money for Sarcoma UK in memory of Dean) and the other on my phone, hoping Steve or Niall would get in contact.
The hours passed, I kept working, and I couldn't go and sit with Falcon because then nobody would be able to answer the door (Mommy was at Grandma's and Daddy was down the garden), so he's been very sad and lonely. The only excuse they could give me would be that something utterly devastating and life-changing has happened, otherwise this is totally unacceptable. It's just so rude, and I'm so angry. I can't understand why they would do this. Who ghosts a kitty?