Dr Buck Melanoma seemed to think my moles were benign on my visit on Tuesday. Made an appointment for March for a second look. Although I did get a letter today saying I had an appointment at the minor surgery clinic on 2nd Feb with lots of guff about post-removal aftercare. So am I having them removed or not? Have rung them today to get them to check what’s happening.
I could have lived in that surgery in Bingley though. I arrived (after getting lost as per) rather early. I was invited, by a most hospitable receptionist, to partake of the café upstairs while I waited.
I bloody did!
What no germ filled, fly blown, shit magazine waiting room? No crabby, dragon-breathed Nazi receptionist demanding loudly to know your every ailment?
Instead – sunshiny (even in January), book-stocked café run by super friendly lady who even put love-hearts in chocolate on the cappuccino. I enjoyed a toasted teacake, read my book and people-watched as the cafe manager trained the oldest Barista in town. “Cappuccino is basically just froth”. “Latte is basically just milk and Americano is a black coffee.” “Job’s a good ‘un”.
I watched, amused, as an elderly man chatted up an elderly lady with his tales of learning to play the cornet in the local church brass band – she seemed most receptive to his advances. Good for them.
Then a lovely friendly greeting when I went back into the surgery – “Welcome back. How was your coffee?” etc. I watched as they booked a taxi for an elderly patient and then walked her outside to ensure she got off alright. My GP surgery could learn a thing or two.