Just one of my 'Hallo' everybody messages. Trusting all is well out there in the world and sending my greetings from the cold and wet of Bayindeen. It's woolly knicker time again.
We were watching the cricket on Foxtel. The test match between England and the Windies. The commentator said it was 8 deg! The fielders had hand warmers! Almost a case of 'cold stopped play'.
I've been home from work all week with a cold, just beginning to feel human again today - doesn't matter which side of the world you live, the wretched cold still gets you, and you still feel as bad. But of course then you have to get up and go out to the doctors (if you can get an appointment within 2 days)because you need a sick note.
I remember being taken to the doctors by my mother - to that lovely Dr Kelman on Burnt Ash Lane (Hill?) always get them muddled. You would go into the little waiting room, count how many were in front of you, and then just sit and wait. Later on when I got married and moved to Sittingbourne, we would get a number as we went in and waited to be called, both these could knock a great chunk out of your day.
Then came Medical Centres, with numerous doctors there. But you had to make an appointment - you could still wait for hours to be seen - but of course there is now the problem that you can't get an appointment for the same day, or even the next day.
Is it the same back in England nowdays?
BTW Mike - still not getting emotional!!!