After I have blood samples taken, I'm told I need to wait for the results to come back, which can take a couple of hours depending on how quickly they can rush it through at the lab. So I've no alternative but to sit in the waiting room, flipping through old copies of magazines such as 'Home & Garden' and 'The Readers Digest'
In the background an old radio plays Classic FM, so after forty five minutes of sitting on a hard plastic chair listening to opera whilst reading an article on how to make the perfect hot water pastry, I could quite happily either strangle the singer warbling over the airwaves or myself, just to put an end to my misery.
I hear the door to the stuffy, magnolia painted room swing open for the umpteenth time and don't pay much attention to it until I sense someone draw
