I thought I was doing well this week, logistics-wise. I've managed almost all the annoying faff of getting re-prescribed my gluten-free food items (all that remains is to actually collect the stuff tomorrow), and the guy who was dithering over the faulty boots I bought last year has finally managed a replacement (all that remains is to actually collect them tomorrow). Feeling generally smug about these successes, I arrived at work today to find my calendar telling me I'd just missed a dentist's appointment. Oops.

On closer investigation, the timed reminder email I scheduled six months ago for yesterday was not delivered, apparently because the machine on which I do my personal email currently has a broken at daemon. That'd explain why I'd totally forgotten. (Worse still, its sysadmin is on a theatre tour, so it's probable that a fix will not be forthcoming before next week's replacement appointment.)

Oh well. On the plus side, I suppose, one could argue that it's better to avoid going to the dentist on Friday the 13th!