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by chasward » Sun May 28, 2006 11:38 pm
Attending my newest granddaughters Christening recently in England, where three of my sons now reside, I was telt tae get tae the doctors' fur an MOT ! (certificate of road worthiness) ah had loast a wee bit o' weight !
Anyway, doctors' surgery was the usual, magazines wi' the corners curling up, like the old British Rail sandwiches so ye could see whit wis in them, the nurse sitting wi' a selection a wee sample bottles waiting tae be filled wi' blood (looked like she wis changing the cartridges in five printers !)
Next visit wis tae Ayrshire Central Hospital fur an x-ray, whit a revelation !
Settled myself intae an empty waiting room and looked over the offerings of reading material on display, RESULT ! a brand new copy of Scots Magazine !!!
Just then a young mother wi' babe in arms and her 'just' school age daughter entered. As ye do, ye look over sae hello, and then I noticed a' the new toys that wis there for the weans tae play wi'. "and that's when it happened", the older wean wis wheeched away and before ah could even think "hey ah wis here furst" a nurse wis wheeching me away !
Ah wis only halfway doon the index o' the magazine tae !
Straight intae the wee cubicle, pit oan this wee nightie-thing (did she say frae the waist up, or the waist doon ?) and then I spotted it, the questionaire. Fly buggers ah thought, "they don't want ye tae mess up their waiting room so they fire ye in here oot the road !
How was your visit ? Did you wait long ? etc, etc etc., THAT wis aw ah hud time tae read, SIX questions !!!
Flash, Bang, Wallop. Make an appointment wi yer doctor in a fortnight fur the results !
NEXT time I'm booking in under an alias !!!
family names:Ward, McArthur, McKeown, Mcguckin.
Veni Vidi Velcro (I came I saw I stuck around )