sandwich and coffee

 There it is again, the sound of the alarm in the corner of the room, the mobile telephone playing the seaside melody. It is puncual, it is seven in the morning. Go downstairs and take a shower, wash the remaining residues of the smoke from last night out of the clothing. It was difficult, having spent time in a smokers flat, all the clothing had to go into the wash.  Having given up smoking all those years ago there is a horror of the thought and the bare smell of it.

It was a chaotic evening.

And now there is not much time left to hurry off to the doctor's practice, all of ten kilometres away. Drive there in the car, take it easy.

Forget to bring a mask, and the woman at the reception supplies one

Then wait in the waiting room, wait to be called up. A young woman calls and follow her into the small laboratory. Sit down as directed, roll up the sleeve and allow s quick pin prick. Look down to watch the deep dark red blood flow into a test tube, and then a second test tube. Now all is done.

Take a sandwich and a cup of coffee at a roadside café.

Now there is time to carry on with the rest of the day.