round the mulberry bush

The biggest of my three little pigs is poorly. He had a cold and it would seem that the lurgy has travelled down his earhole and that is now all manky with stuff coming out. Therefore today has been spent sitting at the walk-in centre waiting to see a health care professional.

We sat for about 2 hours. Big Piggy was well bored and seemed to have gone into a comatose state after about 7 minutes. I didn’t mind too much. It was nice to spend some time just sitting and watching people.

I like watching people. Some may call it nosey, I call it research. People are funny creatures. In the waiting room this morning was the lady who was talking about her post menopausal hot flushes in a rather loud voice, a young couple with matching lovebites that actually looked quite sore ..perhaps it was some sort of rare tropical skin disorder, and an assortment of people that wandered in in their night attire.

I find it interesting that nobody batted an eyelid at the pyjama brigade. Cos we were in a healthcare setting, maybe it was ok to be out of doors in your smalls. Kind of like when you go on holiday and don’t think it odd that there are grown men wearing speedos and foam sandals in the souvenir shop. You couldn’t get away with it in LaLa Land, you would either get stoved in or be considered a fine candidate for a mental health assessment.

Anyway, the upshot of today is that big piggy has been given some magic potion that goes by the name of amoxycillin, and is already feeling much happier..see;