Uncontactable!
Well
serves me right for living out a troglodyte existence in basement
flat entirely shielded
and secure from
external communications! As
those of you who know me will attest, there is no mobile phone
signal capable of penetrating
our subterranean
dwelling. Perhaps I
could sell up to one of those unfortunate people who feel the need to
cover the whole of their house in tinfoil to stop radiation leaking
in (see
for example the character of
Chuck McGill in Better Call Saul)?
So
today I missed two phone calls from NHS Lothian and only got the
voice messages through at about six thirty. How annoying. I would
really like to have got at least one of the calls.
Both were from a former senior nurse in the organisation who
presumably has been tasked, at least in part, with the role of
slotting the ragtag bag of returnees who have responded locally to
the call, into suitable positions.
I
hope that she will call again tomorrow morning and with that in mind
I will be leaving my phone in one of the few locations where it is
possible to receive a small signal. Here's hoping for contact
tomorrow.
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