BUTTERFLIES by EDIE
Trip Start Jul 12, 2009
255Trip End Aug 18, 2010
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In the morning we rot up our scrap book and we were many days behind so it took us ages. But still we had some time to make some butterflays out of card and then coler them in. Wen we finishid them we took them to the kids school and then shod the kids how to make them They made some butifle ones with lots of coler.
After school today I took Fynn to the doctors. We managed to find one in the main street which seemed to have many doctors advertising their specialty – a sort of Granada Harley Street. We sat down and waited in a rather crummy waiting room. The system is very much like France, a first come, first served arrangement. Eventually we went in to meet the doctor and in his room was his wife and son who was about the same age as Fynn. The doctor had limited English but his wife was fairly fluent. We, through some exaggerated hand movements, managed to explain Fynn's problem and diagnosed it as an infection in his middle ear. The doctor was more impressed with Fynn’s Chelsea kit and was showing it proudly to his son with an explanation of how much they enjoy football.
Poor Fynn was given an injection in his bottom, which he was not too pleased about. It was made even worse when he saw the needle and to add insult to injury the doctor’s son was howling with laughter as Fynn was howling with pain. Quite honestly I wanted to clip him around the ear and boot him out – unbelievably unprofessional.
I took Fynn back home and then went off for his prescription and had to wait for an hour at the local pharmacy. They have this old fashioned way of serving you, taking a ticket and waiting for your turn to be served. Everything, including cotton wool, has to be served so you can imagine the length of the queue. The staff were so miserable and never once looked you in the face and seemed in a sadistic way, enjoying the control they had over the crowds waiting.