Thursday, 5 March 2009

You know you eat too much Chinese food when ...

I will blog about the 3 year olds hospital experience and my emotional rollercoaster of a day when I've shifted this pounding headache.

In the meantime ...

Last night when we got back from the hospital we decided to order a chinese takeaway.

I rang up, gave her the order, and told her my husband would collect it. At no point did I give her my name. As the call came to an end she said "OK, Mrs Driver, goodbye"

Now I don't know what is worse, that, or ...

Earlier in the day I rang the Doctors surgery to make an appointment and when the receptionist came on the phone I said "Please can I place an order ..."

6 comments:

Crystal Jigsaw said...

I know the feeling well. Doctors surgery know me because I order a repeat prescription every 3 weeks and the Chinese know me too because we have a takeaway every week!

CJ xx

Merrily Down the Stream said...

I love it! All though you are certainly a little discombobulated Sweetie and with good reason. Hope all went well.
xoxo

rosiescribble said...

That's brilliant! My local taxi service knows who I am without even having to give my name, at least it's not the local landlord of my local pub I suppose!

Hope everything went well.

Ribbon said...

Hi I was just out blog hopping when I landed here.

I like your blog.

You gave me a laugh.

Best wishes Ribbon

The Dotterel said...

There's a money-making option that some NHS mandarin hasn't thought of yet. They sell just about eveything else!

Corey Schwartz said...

How's the little guy doing???