The Doctors' Waiting Room: The contribution our daughter makes

Dr Natty is here to help

Today we spent a good 40 minutes in the waiting room of our local Doctors' Surgery. Nothing unusual in that with our Natty. 

We're talking low-grade 'poorly'. Off-colour, off school, off her food. But after the out-of-the-blue 'nasty episode' that sent Mummy and Daddy 'off the scale' with worry, and her into hospital 2 weeks ago, we were covering all bases.

I digress.

I sat, mentally noting the events that took place in the waiting room today. No more out of the ordinary than on any other of our gazillion visits, but perhaps because we were there a little longer, and perhaps because being a blogger changes the way you view the ordinary, I thought I'd write to you all about it...