I got to Dad's and he was feeling quite poorly, but worried that if I got the doctor out he would send him to hospital, (his usual fear). I was trying to negotiate with him when thankfully the district nurse came and she said he definitely needed the doctor to visit so that saved me an argument. Then had the usual difficulty of getting through to the doctors, then having to wait for the duty doctor to phone back, and he agreed to visit in the end. He arrived as I was going to leave for work, so I asked if he could send the prescription to the local pharmacist so that a neighbour could get it for him that afternoon. He agreed but then the neighbours had a frantic afternoon of trying to chase and collect the prescription being told it had gone to the pharmacy and them searching to no avail, and then the doctors said they had sent it to another pharmacy, which had closed for the night by then. They felt so upset and were worried how Dad would be another night without medicine.
I got into bed and realised another day without a photo so here is my messy bedside table with my current charity shop paperback.