Bubbling, babbling children at the bus stop, a red sky overhead as they wait for the school bus. Back-to-school children, the young ones tearing up and down and doing aeroplane impressions with coats for wings.
Cut to the doctor's waiting room, full of people with coughs and sniffles.
'Hello,' says one. 'How are you?'
'I'm fine,' says another, automatically, before quickly adding, 'well, apart from this stinking cold.'
And the receptionists all across the land tighten their lips in sarcastic unison behind their counters. Oh, they've heard it all before, thank you very much. We will sympathise only if you're really ill. And only then if you get down on your hands and knees. We know best, doctor.
Oh the joys of January.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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