Our surgery is doing everyone in one weekend from a marquee in a car park.
No thanks. I don’t drive and it’s much further away than I can walk. I imagine standing in a queue of thousands, much like a frozen pea on a conveyor belt at Bird’s Eye.
I’ll have the jab at our pharmacy and rejoice that the fee isn’t going to our maximum-unhelpful surgery.
Lame Limericks (but they are funny anyway) (
Acute anxiety after death of my husband
Another Tory MP crosses the floor