Vermouth and Volante

Monday saw me making my way to New Cross Hospital for the first of this week’s appointments. Armed with my appointment letter and a bottle of human pop I waited in the reception queue to be called.”Michael Gormley” called the health care assistant. I got up and walked over to her and she said: “you’re looking well this morning”, so I started to limp. I limped down the corridor to Dr. M’s clinic and took a seat, holding out my bottle of “Pop”. HCA :”I know it says we need it on your letter, but it is a standard letter and we don’t actually need it, but thank you for making the effort”. Where to put it now….. in my pocket it went with a prayer that the lid might be tight.Dr. M introduced himself as one of Dr. B’s team…..AAAAAAH….NOW I know why I’m here…… the Gastro-intestinal man has asked Dr.M to consult with me. What a pleasant man Dr.M is, explaining why I needed to see him. I had complained that I have a regular urgency that makes me run back home from bus stops, turn the car around and rush back home mid journey and to trek the landing in the middle of