Felt a right prick this morning

I have just broken my fast. Because of my blood test at the surgery this morning it was no num num nibbles for Lola last night and I have made up for it in spades by consuming little Danish pastries! I've been like that bastard David Blane only a little less annoying.

It was a riot at the Doctor's. There we all were sitting with our bits of paper for the nurse tummies rumbling away. I tried not to sit in the same seat as I had last week but I couldn't help it. My primitive instinct knew that the last time I sat there no harm came to me so like a magnet I was drawn. I decided to pass on the BBC Food magazine and I flicked through a well thumbed issue of some trashy old celebrity rag to keep my thoughts steady.

There were quite a few ill people at the Doctor's, most off putting, you'd think they might have a seperate waiting room for them.