Thursday 12th September 1991 Morning surgery 09:20
“It’s my auriscope.” Mrs Lightfoot. “I am going to look into your ear.”
“No, that yellow thing.”
My Dad tilted the auriscope so he could look at the earpiece. “Oh! It’s just a bit of wax . . . probably from Mr Blackwell.”
I thought my Dad was going to wipe the earpiece on his sleeve but something stopped him at the last minute and he went over to the sink and gave it a thorough wash.
Mrs Lightfoot still flinched when he examined her.