Jabs and Open Days

New shoe update, middle of the day and they were suprisingly comfy, where was the pain? End of the day and my feet are slightly sore, satisfyingly so. Callum the dartboard only minorly objected to his jabs, screaming at the nurse. The polio wasn't popular either but over all much better than expected. The practice nurse was a bit like Rose West and a bit of a psycho (mind you she did warn me I was flying) but we managed OK. As a reward we picked up a comic (or paper as Cally calls it) at Sainsbury's and a few sweets. It's amazing what you can cure with a little chocolate. Ted Bear was a bit of a baby though, he screamed the surgery down. In the meanwhile Callum is busy with an abstract expressionist masterpiece. We're a bit confused by the use of grapes in the painting but these temperamental artists need to express themselves fully. On the open day front managed to sort out the voucher at 60 Hope Street. Strikes me a a bit of a pretentious gaff but then what do I know, trendy eatery to me means a gaff that delivers your salad cold and food warm and plays jazz so modern that the tune isn't allowed to get in the way of the tune. Posters have been made and display boards sorted so we're getting our shit together. Mad day of tidying in the morning before I trip to Hilda's open day to nick ideas.