New benches

I had to pass half a hour in the Eastgate Centre today, due to the complete incompetence of B***s the Chemist. Yes they had my prescription, but they couldn't find it. They had a sign saying that the issuing of prescriptions might be delayed for 'technical reasons.' The chap who served me just seemed to wander about looking at the walls as if somehow my little packet of pills might appear. He then asked if I could come back in half an hour. I did. The chap had gone, but the new chap knew where my tablets were. Hey presto!