December has arrived with a vengeance, there is no
denying it. Despite having the central
heating turned up to ‘inferno’ my feet are still like blocks of ice. I am chilled to the bone like a skeletal eighty-four
year old. Today’s purchases reflect
this:
1 x Trendy fleece lined hat
2 x Pairs thick ‘winter’ socks
1 x Mug for hot ‘winter’ drinks
You’ll be pleased to hear my trip to the surgery was
exactly as anticipated (this satisfied the suppressed GP in me greatly). I was informed I had a ‘nasty virus’ and was
prescribed some strong painkillers to help with the muscular aches and
pains. They are brilliant with a glass
or two of wine; a bit trippy but nothing too freaky. I’m going to save some for my next night out.
Entertainment at the surgery was top notch; in fact, it
was a bit of a Bermondsey Revue. First
on we had the young lady complainant in her nightwear / Ugg boots combo... Did she really think her pyjamas would lend a
certain gravitas to her argument and encourage the Nazi receptionist to take
her more seriously?
Following on from this we had the exhausted looking
mother, nasally whining the names of her children alternately... ‘Sean’ and ‘Sian’ didn’t give a shit that
their mother looked as if she was about to give up on life as they wreaked
havoc with leaflets and the automatic doors.
Bless.
From now on I’ve decided I might drop in once a week for
fun, just to see who’s on the bill for that day. I weep for humanity, I really do. Whatever happened to dignity?
Anyway, I’m off to make myself that hot drink. It’s at times like this I wish I’d thrown my
own dignity aside during the autumn months and ordered a Slanket...
Frankie
PS. As you will
deduce from my bloggage, I am at home and not out having steak as planned. I cancelled date number two yesterday. I am now considering my visually challenged
admirer.
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