Sitting in the waiting room at the Doctor’s, which, as a kid, I recall being pleasantly relaxing.
These days, chiefly thanks to the ultra shite radio – dreadful Muzak, and a radio that’s not-working properly (squalls of digital distortion!) – it’s a form of torture.
Once in, altho’ over an hour late, the doc was friendly, quick and efficient. Oh… he had to examine my rectum. Never fun! Life, eh!?
I’m back home now. I’m soooo tired. It’s really quite worrying. I mentioned this to the Doc’. So, as well as stool samples, they vant mein blut!
Much later… today’s work shift took us – Teresa joined me – past all that remains of Thorney and Crowland Abbeys.
That warmongering serial-killer and religion wrecker Henry VIII was a proper fucking venal vandal!