Same bat time, same bat channel

For someone who hates to be late, I seem to have an uncanny inability to make it to dental appoinments on time. I was only thirty minutes late today around (a whole 23 hours and thirty minutes of an improvement - doesn't that count for anything?), but it was still enough to levy me with another £15 fine. Sigh. I would have claimed it was because of a late train, and I was already to launch into a tirade against the neverending stream of inefficiences which constitute the British Rail network (or remnants thereof), when I realised that I'd in fact mixed up the departure and arrival times. Oops

Anyway, I suspect the otherwise kindly receptionist is beginning to weary with me a little, since she treated my "Same time next week?" request with air of something akin to resignation...