Ever since I challenged J to get back into her wedding dress there’s been a marked change in the household. She now walks to the village (
So it was with some degree of shardenfreude on my part that she returned from a walk the other day with a poorly ankle. Having set out to walk
After an afternoon resting with a bottle of champagne beside the bed (yes – those of you who know her will recognise the post operative care she demands) she decided to call the local doctor to get a brace. I was told (not asked) to go to the doctors the next morning at 9am sharp to pick up a prescription for the said brace and to be on the safe side I got there at 8.50am. There was a rather tasty woman in the waiting room so the usual wait to be called was not too onerous. I kept thinking about how lucky the doctor was if she had ……no – let’s not go there.
Anyway, at I was called in. The doctor is Vietnamese and speaks a little English so he was a bit surprised when he called Mrs Evans’ name (she’s not decided how long she’ll stay with me so hasn’t changed her name yet) and I stood up. ‘Ah you Missur Evans ?’, he said. ‘Nope – I’m Mr Cupples’, I replied. He called out ‘Mrs Evans’ again and I explained that I was her carer and had come for the prescription.
He ushered me into his little room (just big enough to swing a cat and no more) and immediately laid into me. I wont bother with the quotes but here goes… You Engrish – you come over here and sink you can jus oder us docors alound. You sink you can jus phone up and oder plescliptions like you do in
I could see his English was struggling at this point so I started on him. 'Doctor Phlegm risten'.
He said, 'my name is docor Pham'. I started again, Doctor Fang risten. I’m only the carer so don’t have a go at me. If you are not comfortable don’t do it. I’ll drag the poor rady in here so you can see fo youself. And another fing – I’m not Engrish so don’t go there. If you don’t wanna lite a plescliption don do it. And another fling – if you so much as ask her to take her crothes off I’ll come down here with my rawyer – ok ?
He replied – ‘you extlacting the uline’. I smiled and reft….sorry….left.
Later that morning J had to go back to his surgery where she had to take all her clothes off to have her ankle examined. She had, according to Dr Fang, a velly bad splain.He gave her a prescription for a brace. C’est la vie.