Rude awakening

I woke up earlier than usual and uploaded my Morning Prayer link to WhatsApp half an hour before 'Thought for the Day'. At twenty five past seven the doorbell rang. A delivery of medicine for Clare's self injection course of treatment for her vertebrae eroded by osteoporosis. She had been told to expect a text message to advise her of the delivery time window, but it hadn't arrived by the time she went to be last night at ten, switching her phone off at the time. 

The message arrived ten minutes after the delivery, which arrived five minutes before the earliest delivery time stated. Just as well I was awake as Clare was still asleep. The text message stated it was from 'Logistics', but didn't state which company or assignment it related to. A previous text message advising her to make arrangements by visiting a certain website arrived without stating clearly its origination or purpose in relation to a NHS treatment plan. It was a vague as any scam text message might be. 

The company sending it was a specialised nursing service to which the NHS outsources work that might otherwise be done by District Nurses. I had to dig into its website to establish that the company is used by the NHS. Outrageously incompetent communication in my opinion, this presumption that the business is too important or well regarded not to be known without introducing itself properly in an age where digital deception is routine and commonplace, particularly when communicating to people who may be ailing and vulnerable.

On my way to St John's to celebrate the Michaelmas Eucharist, I called into Tesco's and bought some groceries for the church's food bank contribution. There were four of us at the service and we didn't bother with coffee afterwards. I went straight home and cooked lunch. Afterwards, I collected my quarterly prescription medication, then walked into town to bank a couple of cheques, and caught the 61 bus back home. As the workers next door had finished for the day and Clare was out, the house was quiet, ao I recorded and edited next week's Morning Prayer. After supper with nothing better to do, I watched crimmies on telly until bed time. An interesting one about money laundering in Europe.