text: I met Cyndy as she was coming into the flats, had a quick chinwag and walked along to the bus stop. Taking this picture of the temporarily abandoned for the holiday period by the Willmott Dixon crew.
  A large crowd of fellow inmates was at the bus stop, and a little nattering took place, which I enjoyed.
  Entered and greeted the receptionist bloke, the usual one with his good range of multi-sneers, raised eyelashes and a bored-scowl that I have never seen before in anyone else. These traits of his no doubt help him to keep his talking to proletariat scumbag patients to a minimum. I took a seat in the small waiting area. I was the only person in the room!
  The feared that the students would be in attendance did not mature. Phew! But there were three Doctors, there when I was called to the office for an interview, and to divulge my doings and answer their questions. This only took ten-fifteen minutes, then we were all walking to a treatment room. Out came the ginormous microscope looking thing from the wall and was lit-up, before I had even dropped my pants. Hehe!