The season of goodwill is upon us! The shops online and in the High Streets are buzzing with Christmas fare. There are 3 for 2 and 50% off, etc, enticing us to spend our hard-earned cash. But I have become more savvy over the years. I now make a list and stick to it with self-inflicted discipline to keep myself from going overboard. I learned my lesson the hard way years ago, and now I am one step ahead of the crafty retailers’ advertising. Seriously, write a list. I do mine around the beginning of August (yes, as early as that). And, bit by bit, I find out what the grandkids have their little hearts set on, except George, who is 7 and will chop and change from one week to the next and start putting money aside when I price things up. The older grandkids all want money, so that is easy, and I begin to put money away for them from the beginning of the year; believe me, you don't notice it so much. Around October, I look at my Christmas decoration...
Yesterday, I accompanied my husband to our local surgery to try and get him a much-needed urgent appointment. He’s diabetic and had been feeling pretty out of sorts over the weekend. It started with one hand tingling like it had pins and needles. Then, he said his wrist felt "heavy"—which, by Sunday, had spread to his upper leg. Come Monday morning, we headed out bright and early—thankfully it's just a two-minute walk away—because, as anyone who’s ever needed a GP on a Monday knows, it’s practically the Glastonbury queue of the healthcare world. Sure enough, by the time the door opened, about five other patients had lined up behind us. The door was opened without a smile or a chirpy “Good morning!” (not like the receptionists many moons ago). We followed the receptionist in and were summoned to the desk where the welcome vibe didn’t exactly scream, “We’re here to help!” Honestly, we both felt a bit like we were an inconvenience. Then came the new triage system. ...
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