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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