| [insert muttering along the lines of 'and this is what we pay our taxes and/or bills for?']
|♥Oct. 17th, 2014 // 03:12 pm♥
So, having not shown up at all on Tuesday, the road guys came on Wednesday, hung around chatting / doing some cash-in-hand work for TWWOTV, and then did a half-arsed job of clearing the gravel from the road before vanishing at about 2pm.
They haven't been seen since, although at some point they took away their steamroller (which can't actually be called that any more, can it?).... roadworks.org now lists the end date as Monday, rather than Wednesday, so presumably they are still going to do two days of work, just Not Yet.
I'm somewhat irritated that they've just left the 'road closed' signs at either end of the road, and wonder how many delivery drivers have decided not to risk it. Fortunately, the vet did risk it yesterday (doubly fortunate, as neither the message that she should go the long way around nor the message that they hadn't turned up so she was ok to come down the hill had actually been passed on to her by the office staff), so GB has had another blood sample taken (predictable response; no actual injury to me, which was a win) and Baby had a couple of little lumps and bumps pronounced 'just keep an eye on it' level of interest.
Last time we had a riding lesson, our instructor suggested just putting him on 'bute (horse ibuprofen), to see if it fixed his leg and generally made his life easier. I'm a bit twitchy about the idea, as it's not something they're meant to take long-term, but given his age 'long-term' isn't such a great length of time as it would be for, say Baby. When I raised it as a vague idea to the vet, she whipped out her metaphorical prescription pad before I was half way through the suggestion. Unfortunately, she'd been giving out a lot of the stuff already that day, so I said I'd go into the surgery today and pick up a box.
This morning, knowing what they're like, I allowed fifteen minutes for the process of walking into the surgery, being given the box of 'bute, paying and leaving. Stupidly, I forgot to leave another ten minutes for the failing to find the prescription, the finding of another vet who knows GB, the conversation with that vet about why I wanted it (actually, that was about thirty seconds: "He's getting a bit stiff, is he?" "Well, he's got a problem in his nearside hind that-" "Yeah, sure, I'll sign it."), the faffing, the sorting out the error on my invoice for last month*, the figuring out just why there was a £110 credit on my account from January**, the explaining that actually I was going to get the discounted price for the vet's visit*** on account of their credit card machine wasn't working when I tried to pay for it yesterday and, of course, the waiting for the person coming the other way through the gate to figure out that he had to press the button to open it (after which he drove to the car park entrance and parked in not-actually-a-space, so that I had to reverse half way around the stableyard so that the person behind him could actually get into the carpark; the person behind and I exchanged bemused looks as he went into the surgery, oblivious).
* which I phoned them about weeks ago and never got a reply to; we figured out that I'd phoned to pay***, told them it was for w, x and y, but only w and y got put on my account when they did the recording for the day, followed later by z, so there was just a random amount of z-x to pay, to which, naturally, I said 'what is this? that number appears nowhere on my charges'.
** looks like the vet never actually logged the visit in which she took blood, sent it off for testing, and gave them their jabs. Again, I'd phoned to pay on the day*** and just told them what I was paying for.
*** if you pay on the day, it's £10 for the call-out fee (on the day when they're in your area anyway). If you don't, it's £26. (If you want a vet on when it's not their day to be in your area or to do a job that takes longer than about half an hour, it's More). Unfortunately, this means that people are paying before the vet has handed in her list of what she's done that day, so you just have to guess. Previous Horse Vets had a 'pay within seven days for the discount' rule, and that was a lot less hassle.
The actual vets there are good, but their admin team leaves something to be desired (see above re: not actually telling the vet that the road was closed / open).
And then I Pilated, which was actually a bit painful: I've been waking up with a sore shoulder (not the one I hurt) for a month or so, and it's been taking longer and longer to stop hurting each day, but today it actually hurt during Pilates. Mike, having had enough of the increasing whinging each morning, had already told me to see what Pilates Girl said, and what she said was 'Hmm, that's worrying, you should go and see Downstairs about it', so I have a session booked with one of the physios for after Pilates next week.
Jo has had her first shower of the season, having done a really impressive job of coating her head and back in badger poo followed by lying down on her belly in a patch of mud that she felt qualified as a puddle. Poor Jo.