Bedtime and Rowan tells us that her finger joint is swollen and painful. In the old days we would have had to ring the Doctor in the morning and scrabble around for an appointment if we were lucky; chances are we would forget to ring until it was too late and so on. In these days we could go on-line straightaway and book an appointment on Saturday morning [unheard of!] at a surgery that would fit in with Rowan's swimming that morning. Perfect. We get there, are seen early by a doctor with a full set of social skills. Truly a massive change has taken place.
The photo is of the Minster - it is impossible to get blase about the magnificence of the building, especially with a crisp sky
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