In the last few days the weather has been overcast, warm and humid. Today it has properly broken, with a sustained "pulse" of rain, as the weather people like to describe it. I'm so old now I'm inclined to say something like "well, it'll be good for the garden", though actually what I'd really like to see is July live up to all the preceding months from February, which have been the warmest and driest since 1929. I do note, however, that there was a little rain 0n 15th July, St Swithen's day, so maybe the good summer is over. I hope not.
This afternoon, a 95 year old man somehow staggered in to the surgery to see me from the OPH he finds himself incarcerated in against his wishes. I have not met him before, and my initial assessment suggests he probably cannot support himself at home, but the poignancy of his case is almost agonising.
"What have you got to say, doctor?" he asks at the end of the consultation.
"I'd say you're doing fine, sir" I reply.
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