I wander back home at lunch time to make lunch for me
and the eldest who is now on study leave. It’s nice to have her home to eat
with, but she does subject me to a poor TV show, which is the quid pro quo for
her company. After tidying up I get out my bicycle to ride to Mrs P’s GP to
order a repeat prescription. Before I’ve got very far on the bike, my legs are
aching. I really am out of practice on the bike, and must get out more. The GP’s
has moved into a local hospital’s grounds, which means I have to search to find
it. I eventually find the GP’s surgery on the second floor of the new hospital
building. It feels soulless, not at all like a traditional welcoming GP’s
practice. More like a corporate version of what’s best for you. Is that
progress?
After doing the ironing and making tea, I partake of
what is now becoming a regular evening perambulation with Mrs P. To round off
the day I print off a couple of driving test routes and the eldest takes me out,
and whilst I shout out the directions she drives round the route. An
interesting experience, and if she could avoid hitting kerbs it could be a
pleasant one.
Yours slightly traumatised.
Jay
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