The much-maligned health service doesn't attract a lot of my attention (famous last words...) but has been doing well for me lately. Since my day at the hobby yesterday finished at lunch time, I took the opportunity to go down to our fancy new hospital for a chest x-ray the quack had asked for. Plenty of parking, friendly people at main and x-ray reception desk, polite and friendly radiographer, minimum wait. I was in and out inside half an hour without an appointment. Maybe it pays to turn up in a suit and clutching an iPad: perhaps I looked busy... The first half-hour's parking is free, but by the time I'd found a working machine, it had run to 34 minutes. £2! It was a shade alarming, though, to see a patient being wheeled on a gurney out of the front entrance and along to an ambulance 50 yards away, in a biting wind.
Back to familiar routines today: a couple of loaves baked this morning, a batch of rolls proving as I write. Such a humdrum existence, eh? Not so our friends Patricia and Martin, who are on a train to Paris whence they catch a plane tonight for Djibouti. Rather them than me.
Those who follow the fortunes of Historia Theatre Company will find an update of the web site at www.historiatheatre.com. I've corrected a number of gaps in the past performances page, and added a short blurb and a longer synopsis of this year's new piece which will run in July/August: Queen Anne.
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