I felt really dreadful for the first couple of hours, but picked up afterwards. The cretins upstairs started screaming, shouting, running round and stamping just after seven, and it went on and on. Just after eight the loud music started; spirituals of the tackiest, most deplorable kind, all at full blast with the window open. Swing Low, Sweet Chariot is enough to depress anyone, but the things that followed were even worse. I couldn't stand it any more so I went and walked around for forty minutes, before heading off to the workhouse. I'm still not right after Monday's fit, and certainly in no frame of mind to be interviewed. The man was very kind and re-arranged my appointment.
Then I went to pay my rent, before going up to the hospital to speak to the Neurology secretary. I'm waiting to hear from them now. I must say it seemed such a treat to go there by bus, instead of walking.
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