And so on the morning I - it was an early, made an early morning appointment. I did as I usually do on a Saturday, I whipped up a cake, a rich fruit cake, whacked it in the oven and then went off to the appointment. And as I arrived, drove to the appointment, which is only about ten minutes’ drive away, I read on the paper where was I supposed to go, and of course I saw it said, “You’ve got to allow two hours for this.” So I thought, “No way is this going to be able to take me two hours”.
But of course I’d got my cake in the oven, so I knew couldn’t take very long and so I knew I was under pressure, and it probably would have been better if how long you’ve got to give was a bit more prominent. On the other hand, I wonder, if I’d have read that, whether I would have done it, because I thought I was going to pop along, give a blood test, answer a few questions and whip away. And if it said two hours would I still have done it? So all in all for me, being a person that rushes around doing everything, it happened to work out for the best. And at no stage did I have to wait for anything, although I did talk to one woman at the end who said to me, “How long have you been here? Because I’ve been here a long time, two and a half hours.” And I said, and I hadn’t because I’d whizzed through the whole thing, so I was in there for an hour and a half, and so I got home and got the cake out, which was fine.