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11 minutes ago, philmayfield said:

. I know library sounds rather grand but it's a room with bookshelves so what else can I call it?

 

Sounds positively primitive to me.....  I have a much more extensively equipped room which I shall call my Library/Audio Visual Entertainment Room/Reception Room/ Sitting Room/Drinking Room/Dozing Room.  For short, I think I shall call it my Living Room. ;)

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23 minutes ago, Jill Sparrow said:

Perhaps, when you have a spare ten minutes, you could fix Brew's hernia


I wish some bugger would...

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An operating theatre is about the only room we don't have in this rambling place. We really need to move to somewhere more appropriate for the elderly but would miss having the space and the magnificent views over the valley. This house plus extensions has been in the family since 1962 and does have sentimental attachment.

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I don't do 'proper' anaesthesia, just half a bottle of brandy and a bullet to bite on. I do need a scrub nurse however to mop my sweating brow. That's just for a haircut! Invasive surgery will also require a trained first aider in case I faint.

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When I first moved here, one of the Docs at the local practice did Vasectomies privately.  He was rumoured to perform them on his kitchen table... though whether he used kitchen implements is not recorded.

There were four Docs.  One was from a local dynasty of Docs going back generations.. though he's more interested in keeping livestock and still lives on a nearby farm though long retired.

 

Anyway.  Each had their own foibles.

 

The 'Vasectomist' greeted each symptom with " I get that...  wonder what it is?"

The Farmer usually said: "What do you expect?  You're getting old..."

The quiet one would always look worried and say "I'll refer you to a specialist"

The leading partner was like a human whirlwind. He'd have you in and out of his consulting room in seconds, stunned by a barrage of quick talking reassurances, lightning diagnoses and clutching a prescription with ink still wet.

 

Still... at least you could get to see them.

 

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