Firstly Ikea happened. As it does. I wanted some shelves for my bedroom, short metal shelves with curved ends, and by placing an upside down shelf above a right way up shelf you create an instant bookend. Which means you need an even number of shelves to achieve it. By the time I finally found the ones I was looking for I was a minute too late; there was already a guy looking at them, and he ended up picking up a whole armful of them, leaving three. Three. I only needed one more! Searched around but no, definitely only three. Helpful sales lady explained that all stock was on the shelves, but if I come back next week they should have more in *sigh*. I hot-footed it through the rest of the shop (anyone who's been to Ikea will know what I mean!) looking out for the guy with the intention of asking him if he really needed all of the ones he'd bought, or if he could spare just one, but there was no sight of him. Ah well, another trip to Ikea will just need to happen.
And then, as I was in the general area, I called in at the Ford dealer's to have another look at the lovely red XR6 they had advertised. It was out for a test drive, though, so that came to nought. Probably just as well, as I got my car assessed for trade-in value and it came in a few grand short of what I'd need for a comfortable changeover.
The doctor's appointment was a bit of an anticlimax; waiting for over half an hour to finally see the doctor for around ten minutes. The lump in my throat is due to swelling, caused by reflux - I'm glad it's something as benign as that, but had to laugh when he told me to knock off the alcohol. *g*. He gave me a script for something to take every night; when I had the script made up, the chemist told me to take it every morning before breakfast, wtf? Apparently if I take it in the morning I get the benefit of it all day. Makes sense. But it's odd, taking direction from the chemist rather than the doctor. And I just typed "ood" instead of "odd", in the same sentence as the word "doctor".
After that I had a look at dishwashers; my current one was new I think when Adam was a boy, and can't have long to go now. The other night when I turned it on it worked for about ten minutes then sat there making a strange clicking noise, all the while spewing soapy water all over my kitchen floor. I don't think they're meant to do that... anyway I turned it off, and on again, and it worked okay. For now.
Also bought a new dress, on my way to the supermarket... that wasn't supposed to happen either.
Tonight was my regular visit to my sister, and Who-ing, and just generally catching up. And now I'm yawning, my feet and legs are really tired (again, Ikea!) and I am not long for bed.