Thursday 5th March 1992   Morning surgery 11:10

Roger Brightman had not stopped talking for 20 minutes. He had rushed from one symptom to another, was worried about two rare conditions that he could not possibly have had, wanted to know the treatment options for both and had several questions about the side effects.
By then, my Dad had heard enough. He got up and held the consulting room door open for him.
“Off you go then.”
Mr Brightman was still talking away as he went down the corridor.

Off you go, then.
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