Anonymous guest blog. Needs no introduction.
Max Tasen sat back and waited for his name to appear in lights. Various names appeared in red, accompanied by a buzz, and hobbling men, sneezing women and screaming children rose one by one, and obediently made their way to the designated consulting rooms. Max sat, and his neck began to ache as he continued to look up at the sign above Reception.
Eventually a kindly looking lady appeared carrying a clipboard. “Come with me,” she said. She smiled as she took Max’ coat and briefcase; Max followed her down a long corridor where there was a small round table and four chairs.
“Please sit down,” said the lady, gesturing to one of the chairs before popping her spectacles on the end of her nose and looking at the clipboard. “Ah… I see you’ve just moved into the area and our GPs note you…
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