Damn.

I did it again and I know I shouldn’t. I went outside and mingled with the smelly populous.

I shouldn’t be so hard on myself, after all I have to post my Ebay sales and pick up my prescriptions and I can’t do that sitting here in front of my PC. Not yet anyway. Come on Bill, sort it out…

Anyhoo.

The doctor’s surgery is currently undergoing some soft of Ground Force makeover and the car park is out of bounds. This causes a few problems, not least of which means the shopper’s car park opposite is now twice as full as usual. If you also take into account the amount of knuckle-dragging cretins who can’t park their car between two white lines, you can see my problem. Once safely-parked, the trip to the surgery is across 200 yards of recently mown grass. Annoyingly, this grass is almost perfect and in far better condition than my own lawn. Aside from the worrying idea that I give a crap about my lawn, it does worry me that this lawn could be in such great condition despite being walked on, crapped on and strewn with litter when my own stretch of domestic greenery is bothered only by a few cats and an intrepid hanger-out of washing.

After a few moments and a needlessly lengthy discussion with Ms Receptionist during which I spell my surname for her 4 times and prove my identity in more depth than you would think necessary for such a thing, I am heading back across said shiny lawn towards Mr Pharmacist. For some reason, which like so many escapes me, pharmacists have 90 minute lunches. Well, mine does anyway. So I have to go back tomorrow.

On the way back I tried to buy a bun from the bakery. This I successfully did.

One out of two can’t be bad.

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