Unaccountably I have had a low day today. No tears, but rather a feeling of lethargy and low morale generally. The guy who has been commissioned to fit our new kitchen called at 1 PM, by which time I had just risen from my bed (it is my morning off, in case you might be worried about my patients)and informed me I need to stump up a 50% deposit- some £7,500. I knocked him down to £5000, but then he was dismayed by the fact that I considered the term "cash" to mean a cheque. I ask him:
"Do you really think I'm going to wander the streets of a major city with 7 grand in banknotes stuffed in my back pocket?"
He walked away with the cheque.
Later in evening surgery, one of my more perceptive, and assertive, patients remarks on my mood. Somehow the fact that he noticed makes me feel a little better.
I tell my wife about my low mood, remarking that I was at least able to read 35 pages of my new big reading project, the Brothers Karamazov.
"Well at least now we know why you're so miserable" she quips. She is such a treasure. I do love her so.
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