Caboose

I had my second appointment at the fracture clinic today. This time I had to get some x-rays done so I was sent through to that department. About an hour and a half later I was called and a very helpful and friendly radiographer took the x-rays of my shoulder.

My main entertainment in the waiting area was listening to the groups of whinging old people. It was amazing how worked up some of them were getting about the wait, it’s not like they’ve got anything better to do.

One group started by discussing the inadequacies of the modern NHS and ended up with their views on how digusting it is to go to London and hear people speaking foreign languages. Their opinion seemed to be that all non-English people should immediately be deported. Don’t they know lots of people fought and died in the Second World War to defeat people like themselves?

Anyway, it looks like I’m out of action for at least another four weeks, the thought fills me with joy…

Wandering along Mill Road today I noticed that one of the estate agents had its window boarded up. In the middle of the board was a small sign:

It was not a brick
Somebody jumped/was pushed through the window
He wasn’t seriously injured
Due to the size of the window it will be some time before it is repaired
We are still open for business

(or something like that, my memory isn’t great).

I wandered into CB1 on my way back from town and sat and relaxed while I waited for my coffee. Just as well I wasn’t in a hurry because it took 15 minutes.

Next to me were a couple obviously planning their wedding. It was all I could do to resist laughing out loud occasionally, it sounded like they spend most of their time as project managers or something.

When I first heard one of them saying “I’ll take an action on sorting out my outfit” I thought it might be a piss-take, although there were no signs of amusement. When they started discussing “milestones” it was all I could do to avoid spitting my coffee (it had finally arrived) across the room .