In the waiting room….

…..at the doctor’s surgery this morning, there was a new notice on the wall. 
It seems that someone has been sticking their chewing gum to the undersides of the chairs, and the notice is politely asking them to refrain from doing so!
I have a new GP as I’ve refused to see the other chap any more. Every appointment is two hours behind schedule, and I’m too impatient to wait that long! Mr F still goes as the GP likes to talk about rugby after every appointment, which is of course how he runs so late.
I was in, checked up on, examined, paid and out in eleven minutes, and my GP even talks to me in English when I run out of French words (although he forgot the word for pulse today)!
Not sure where the rest of the day went, but the plumber visited and told us how busy he was, it rained all afternoon, and no dusting got done!