A while back myself and the seven-year old had to make a last-minute dash to the GP surgery on a Monday night. A sudden onset of something that the pharmacist said needed a GP. We got to the surgery a couple of hours after it had closed but our doctor works late and I knew he would see us.
It was after 8pm on a dark wet night. One too bright florescent light was glaring and the usual noise of the waiting room was missing. No radio, no chat just complete silence. It was just the two of us and two other people waiting. No phones beeping. Total quiet. Continue reading