At the bottom of the lane I slowed by the small copse that separated our lane from the main farm road. I dropped my bike on the verge and surveyed the woodland’s edge. Fortunately for me this section of frith had yet to be cleared and there were plenty of saplings to be raided. I jumped across the ditch and grabbed onto a young ash standing proud from the mass of newly emerging green. It took only a moment or two to select a couple of growing tips; slender and smooth and grey, their foliage still encased in cool black buds that looked for all the world like the hooves of tiny goats. Continue reading
So there I was, sitting in the phlebotomy clinic’s waiting area waiting for my number to be called. Eventually a phlebotomist asked me: “Are you number 42?”
I said yes, followed her into the blood-letting area and said, “I am the ultimate answer to life, the universe, everything.” There were six phlebotomists who all looked somewhat bemused. “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy?” I suggested. They stared at me as if I were raving mad. I shrugged, sat down, and was venesected.
The phlebotomist was new and obviously quite nervous. But she was very good, she didn’t panic (nor did I) and I didn’t feel a thing; not even a tiny prick.
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It took me many weeks to get a GP appointment avoiding ‘that’ doctor avoided by everyone unless they are desperate…
So… when I arrive at the surgery only to be informed that the GP I had booked with was off sick – and off course her list has been transferred to Doc Doom – who always has room exactly because that Doc is avoided by everyone unless they are desperate… I was not happy – especially as this exact same thing happened last time I went there. But the receptionist got me onto another list. Okay – panic over. Continue reading
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Source: Alchemy Fiction