Monday 17th December 1990   Dennis’ evening surgery 17:30

“I’m sorry, Mr Brightman. That’s what I think it is. You can see my Dad if you want but you will have to wait a couple of hours. He’ll probably say the same as me.”
“What about Dr Lewis.”
“She’s gone out. She had 5 home visits to do.” I looked at my watch. “She’ll probably go straight home afterwards.”
“Haven’t you got any medical students?”
“No, not at the moment, Mr Brightman.”
“Listen. If it won’t offend you, Dennis, I would prefer to wait and see your Dad.”
“That’s fine, Mr Brightman. No offence taken. I will add you to his list.”

I think it’s influenza.