I received a letter today from the Southwark Primary Care Trust.
This was entitled "Loss of Patient Data" .
It started with the paragraph:
"I am sorry to have to tell you of the loss of a portable hard drive that contained some patient data from the information system at Bowley Close Rehabilitation Centre, where you are currently registered as a patient or have been in the past."
Your Lord was unable to contribute to the blog section yesterday because he had some business to attend to and was obliged to visit the new general practitioners just a few yards away from Piggott Place. After much discussion, Lady P. and I decided recently to change doctors mainly due to the fact that the old practice is quite inconveniently situated.
Having walked into this brand-spanking new surgery, I approached the reception desk and gave my name and details to the ‘lady’ receptionist. I informed her that I would like to hand in the forms that my wife and I had completed and was told that I would have to attend a medical in order to register.
I then asked the receptionist about the smoking cessation clinic and told her I have been considering giving up my cigars due to the price these days at which she looked me sharply in the eye and said, ‘Oi! You should not be giving up smoking because of the price; you should be doing it for your health!’
ErastEnder, Sunny, today informed me that she is suffering from a swollen arm after being bitten by an unidentified creepy crawly in her garden on Sunday. Having already suffered a nasty bite to her foot earlier in the year, it appears that Sunny is susceptible to nibbles from our six-legged friends and experiences extreme allergic reactions whilst unwittingly donating her blood.
Your Lord is lucky that he does not suffer the consequences of being bitten by mosquitoes and does not possess a fear of spiders, snakes and daddy-long-legs - but the sight of a wasp sends him into a blind panic.
After a recent eye examination, Your Lord was informed by his optician that he has developed cataracts in both eyes and will soon need to have them sorted out at the local hospital. According to the eye specialist, everyone develops cataracts in their latter years and the condition is just another drawback of growing old.
Somewhat peeved at being reminded that I am no longer a spring chicken, I returned home to Piggott Place feeling a little down in the dumps. Having poured myself a rather large brandy and retreated to the library, I sat down to contemplate the pros and cons of life after three score years and ten.
I am so sorry that this has taken so long to write. As you are all aware (I think), I got the job in the city that I wanted so have been a busy little bumble bee for the last week...well, more tired than anything!!!!
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