Harry's Blog

I took Patrick and Kitty to be registered at our new local medical centre this morning and didn't really have much in the way of success.

Now I don't really blame the receptionists there¹ but really it wasn't exactly a complicated concept to register them, even if the silly and expensive domestic arrangements we've been forced into are hardly what you'd call normal.

In the end I was offered several forms to fill in and once I'd done so was told that I still couldn't register the children even then, because there was other information I had to go to collect.

So I'll probably go back tomorrow - though I can't register myself because I don't have any proof of my new address yet because I've just moved into it. I've got to try not to be ill until I've had my first electric bill - the universal and not at all easily faked proof of identity.

They were also confused by the letter of authority I gave them regarding RJ's role as the twin's mother, a similar letter was fine for my friends fostering the children but here it just caused further confusion.

As I said. I don't blame anyone but it was a rather frustrating experience. I'm not a great fan of authority or bureaucracy at the best of times and this morning's adventure was frustratingly Kafkaesque.

Still, it got us out of the house for a bit, gave Patrick and Kitty some fresh air and got me away from work for a while. So no harm done.

¹_{Though I'm sure you are familiar with the general level of grumpiness and nosiness of doctor's receptionists.}