HOW ANNOYED AM I???

The answer to that would clearly be - EXTREMELY!

WHY?

Because we spent a total of four hours at the RVI this morning. My first appointment with the optician proved to completely contradict the advice given during my previous visit a month ago when I was reliably informed that my contacts were fine and didn't need replacing. Now - after the first consultant brought on a second opinion, who then brought in a student "Because he'll never have seen this before" it appears that I DO in fact need a new lens because the scar tissue on my cornea means I need a bespoke lens (I thought that technically they were ALL bespoke) that can cope with the undulating surface better than the one I'm wearing now.

How can things change so much in a month?

Of course the big man himself was nowhere to be seen, but a very nice, but extremely tall, thin man wearing a turban, just read through my notes and said pretty much everything the optician had said an hour previously (Yes I had to sit around for an hour in the middle of it all, getting more and more frustrated as the morning sped away leaving me in it's wake)

All I could think about during this enforced wait, was how much stuff I should have been getting on with and worrying that the girls would have their little legs crossed because we'd been gone so long.

Eventually, after Charles had to move the car twice, we escaped and drove to Brunton Park where a) we've found a fab house, viewed it yesterday, forgot to mention it, belongs to Jan Forster the estate agent her very self!!) and b) I discovered a little row of shops within easy walking distance of said house, on of which just happens to be, believe it or not, a CAKE DECORATING SUPPLIES SHOP!!! How brilliant would that be??

Anyway, we rushed into the shop to buy cake boxes, then popped into the estate agents where we expressed our interest and the staff practically fell over themselves to offer to sell our house so we can make this move happen.

The we were off to Croftway to deliver a birthday cake.

Whizzed into Morpeth for Mother's Day cards and boring old food shopping. Charles paid a very quick visit to Christina while I was in Morrisons.

Then back home to complete the coffee shop order for tomorrow.

Have told Kevin that I will NOT be delivering on Monday next week. What with our family brunch at Loch Fyne AND the match in the afternoon, I'm not going to have time to spend in the kitchen.