White from the Top

Another dreary day.

Emailed GP for hubby 2 weeks ago and advised a response was booked for today.

The GP’s email arrived, requesting Mr B came to see him. Immediately called the surgery. Bingo “could he come in within the hour”. Sent away with a prescription.

Then walked round Westbourne. Called out to Mr B, “it’s snowing”. My clothes were covered in white spots. Then realised it eminated from someone drilling at the top of the ladder in my blip. We were both covered in ‘snow’. Luckily it brushed off. Annoying though.