This afternoon, my husband had an appointment with a new doctor. For a GP, we don’t need to find someone in The City, so he booked one in the nearest town with a medical centre. It took about 15 minutes for him to input the list of medications, which my husband handily keeps up to date on his phone. The process has been started to get his files transferred over from his old doctor. We will have to apply for new medical numbers, which we have 3 months to do (by mid-February), though the earlier, the better.
I had forgotten something about this town. The distinctive smell from the distillery, when the wind is right. The smell of fermenting grains. Like a giant bakery. It smells delicious. Continue reading

