My phone woke me this morning.

My phone has a new trick. It has got it into its pretty little silicone head that it shall decide who I can talk to and who I can’t. I have no idea what its criteria are or even why it does it in the first place. This morning’s call was obviously on the banned list as it didn’t matter how hard I tapped or swiped the screen, the phone stubbornly refused to react and just kept ringing. I didn’t mind really as I like my ring-tone. I have it set to a lovely bit of Mark Knpfler [called “Working On It”] and it always cheers me. So I lay back and listened to my ringtone until the caller got tired and disconnected.

I forgot about the call and remembered it a good while later. Sure enough the caller had left a message. There’s damn all the phone can do about messages.

It was my Opthalmolodian or whatever she’s called. She is one of the pretty little things in the place I visited last week. She’s a really cheerful chirpy lass and she was phoning about my tests which she had been reading, probably as a bedtime story. She started by being extra cheerful about my eye pressures. These made her very happy indeed and she told me I should be happy about the results. I suppose it’s cause for some levity all right? I’m glad it made her happy too.

Then she proceeded to tell my my right eye was grand altogether but she had concerns about my left eye. She didn’t sound concerned. Anyways apparently the eye is still deteriorating but she still can’t decide whether it’s glaucoma or a cataract. Maybe I should leave it in to her to examine in detail? Anyways, having been a little concerned she then said she would make an appointment sometime to see me again in around six month’s time which doesn’t sound very concerning?

She said she would phone me later today for a chat about the details.

I wonder if the phone will let her?