Work went well this morning with no unpleasantness to speak of. There was one housecall I couldn't avoid by recourse to a phone call; an old Barbadian lady who's been with me since the beginning. A carer had reported a black spot on her foot, and she being diabetic, thought it best to seek my opinion. One of my staff asked me, how could I see, well, a black spot on a, well, black person. We all had a good chuckle about that one.
Footnote: it was fine.
This afternoon I pop out to the coast to see my mum for an hour, before racing back to see the semi-finals of the French. We drank Grolsch and capped a perfect evening with a Domino's pizza. medium size basic, with added jalapeno peppers)Verdict: I've had worse pizzas. Lots of them...
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