Here's a first.
Whilst I have and will always use my maiden name, the boys have the same surname as their father.
Yesterday afternoon the phone rings, I pick up, local female voice asks "Can I speak to
Mr <surname
redacted> please?"
"Which
one?"
A
moment's puzzled silence, then "Doctor."
"Ah
right, it's just that there's three of them. FESTER!!
Who's calling please?"
"Newcastle
Medical Centre"
"I'll
take you to him."
It was a receptionist calling to remind him to make an appointment to see the nurse-practitioner about his blood pressure.
Thing is,
he’d seen the nurse practitioner yesterday morning, and has another appointment
in a fortnight's time.
The
results of a blood test had come through, his nurse had seen it and discussed
it with him, but the receptionist didn’t know that.
I blame the computers...
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