Ever since my demented father-in-law tugged furiously at the curtains in our front room, instead of using the draw-cords provided, they have not been the same. Today I found that the mountings fixing the supporting bar to the wall are pulling away, leaving them hanging precariously and impossible to draw at all. So my wife went to "Curtains are Us" or some such, and found that, like so many other little problems in life, this can be solved by the simple recourse of throwing money at it. In this case, somewhere around £500. Oh well...
In surgery I saw 21 patients in 195 minutes, and by a considerable effort of discipline was able to see almost all of them on schedule. This despite the best efforts of some of them to present me with problems of great complexity. Like say, the very pleasant Pakistani lady who complained of multiple limb and joint pains, but who politely refused my offer of performing even the most perfunctory physical examination, or the boy who was hit on the head by a football a month ago and "hasn't been the same since, doctor"
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