Doctor Doctor ...

First real day back in the big bad world today. Had an appointment at the Docs for 2:50. Got the number 12 bus. It was quite full, looked like people had been Christmas shopping. There were a couple of vacant seats near the front - I was in two minds whether to sit on one. However, I decided to sit near the back as there would be less hassle getting up for people and soforth. Bad idea. Charvers. After having sat down for, oohh I would say three minutes, she grabbed hold of my hood and it felt like she placed something in it. After a sigh and rolling eyes I checked to see if she had put perhaps Frogmella's nappy in or perhaps one of her syringes in. Nothing, just a cheecky grab of the hood. The charvette in question was as vile as Waynetta Slob. A 40 year old looking leather faced dirt bag with red and empty eyes.

Public transport is great, its like visiting a human zoo. I suppose it takes all sorts. Fortunately they departed a few stops later.

Got to the Docs on time and unphased. The appointment was with the nurse. She looked at my wounds and said they were healing nicely. I've had some pain in my intestines the past few days, she said this was to be expected - simply a result of them having a good prod around. I know the feeling, its like when you open a drawer thats full of bits-n-bobs, you just can't resist having a look around to see if there is any cool stuff there. I bet they didn't find a pen there. I digress. The nurse said I was as fine as could be expected and bid me farewell.

The journey home was relatively uneventful. There was a beautiful sky though, a burning gold sunset.