waiting and waiting..............

That bloody cat flap! Bailey is gradually bringing in a dead bird.. Bit by bit. Driving me mad. Last night I had a whole wing Complete with blood. I picked it up and went to put it in the bin. But it was tipping down, so I just chucked it over the fence.
Back in I went, turned around and the little git had gone round the front picked it up again and returned it through the cat flap.
The girls are home. Danielle has been ill all weekend and this morning she finally submitted and asked to come back. She looks dreadful, she's pale with a high temperature and a raging earache. My Mother said I was to take her to the walk in centre.
I hate those places, being staffed by sodding nurses who know little more than I do but I wanted someone to look in her ear.
So over we went.
The walk in centre in plumb bang in the middle of the biggest council estate in Bristol.
It's the place to be seen on a Sunday afternoon. Got nothing to do? Always wondered what that spot was on your neck, you've had for three years?
Lets go to the walk in centre.
All the kids (boy and girls) had earrings even the tiny babies, hoops.
There appeared to be nothing wrong with anyone I could see.
Yet the nurses were taking 1/2 per patient and it was FULL to the brim with people. I did my best. I waited 90 minutes. Then the straw that broke me was a woman who arrived 1/2 hour after me, a well looking ambulant woman was called in.
I am not patient. I can manage so much, but I began to get agitated and cross. So we left.
Crap mother? Yes, hands up. I am rubbish. But I'm not best happy today and I can't concentrate.
I should have jumped the system and just took her in to work, and if she gets worse I'll do that.
But my kid IS unwell and I deem that making a child with a temperature, in pain and feeling dizzy and faint wait 90 minutes is bad practice.