At first,the elderly lady didn’t see. When she did, she struck out with her walking stick with surprising gusto
The peep on the receptionist’s face should have warned me. It was my turn to enact the lunchtime visits. Having trained as a surgeon and transferred for family reasons into general practice, and I was required to enact a year’s attachment at a large practice on the edge of London. The receptionist handed me a packet of notes and told me the patient lived within walking distance. I wondered why the sound of laughter followed me out the building.
Within minutes I had arrived at the patient’s home. The bungalow looked in reasonably qualified condition,although the garden was rather untidy. I rang the doorbell and heard a shuffling gait heading towards the door with the rhythmic tap of a walking stick, and the highly pitched yap of a small dog. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com