Reading that doesn't go anywhere and writing that might be better never read. A late afternoon trip to the doctor in which he betrayed more than a minor intolerance to emergency appointments that turn out not to be emergencies. I am reminded of the time that I went to casualty with a head ache. The doctor in question used to be my next door neighbour when I was a younger and noisier young man. He didn't have a television and therefore the sound of mine past the hour of 10pm would send him knocking... or atleast stamping on the floor.

The rest of the story is best not written down. Maybe one day I will share it with you over a beer.