The surgery very kindly fitted us in with an appointment just before midday, which we were grateful for even though it’s bang-on Sprogzilla’s naptime. But I was not so pleased when, fifty minutes later, we were finally called into see someone. Goodness knows what the previous patient was up to, but he was in there for over half a bloody hour!
Anyway, the lovely doctor was very reassuring and not particularly worried. Looks like it’s probably gastroenteritis, but he’s sending off a sample to be tested as well. Have you ever noticed that doctors hate getting their hands dirty? We thoughtfully took in a couple of soiled nappies, but Sprogdaddy had to scoop out a sample and put it in a test tube before the doctor would so much as glance at it.
Following our visit to the surgery, we needed to nip to the post office and send an important letter. However, thanks to the delay, it closed just as we parked the car outside. Now Sprogdaddy has to drive to another village to get the darn thing posted.
It was now ninety minutes past the boy’s nap time, so naturally he nodded off in the car on the ten minute drive home and allowed Sprogdaddy a lovely photo opportunity. What a cutie.