Crossing

Half day today. Needed to go to the doc for a checkup. All relatively good, well nothing losing a few stone wouldn't cure. He sprayed liquid nitrogen on my head for a while too, to clear up some slight blemishes on the otherwise perfect surface.  All the while wearing a face mask, but also wearing his plastic protective gown hanging behind like a cape. It seemed churlish to point it out. A good doctor, but an absent-minded man, he'd fit well into a Dickens's novel. Maybe that's why I like him.