She should be so lucky!

In our local Health Centre waiting room, not long ago, I was sitting waiting my turn. The chairs are set out in about six rows, with each row numbering about eight. I was in the front row and to my right were two women, one about seventy years old and the other, somewhat younger was probably her daughter, obviously there to keep the old girl in order!

When patients are called they go off to the left to their doctor and after their consultation, pass from left to right towards the exit, in front of those still waiting.

So it was that a little wizened old man of about seventy-five came shuffling along, on his way out. The old girl spotted him and said, in a loud voice to the other one, “Look, there’s Mr Bennet, but he hasn’t seen me! He used to work at that block of old people’s flats up the Maidstone Road. Everybody there liked him. He was getting on really well until, until that Mrs Cook complained about him! Then he had to leave!” He was by now just a few feet away and directly in front of this loud–mouthed ignoramus. ”I don’t know why she complained about him” she persisted, “Perhaps she thought he was going to molest her!”