Funny places hospitals. 10:30 'appointment', and I sit until 11:50 watching a succession of people arrive, be seen and depart. A polite enquiry as to how much more of a delay I can expect gets "we're very busy today". Well, duh. Miraculously I'm called just minutes later, to be seen by a young (Spanish?) girl, busy, bleeper going off, who explains the x-ray.

When the shoulder dislocated the ball pushed out of the socket, breaking off a small chip of bone. It's not lodged in a dangerous place she assures me, after a quick check with the consultant, so as my arm has moderate movement please come back in three weeks for another x-ray. Thank you, bye. I feel sorry for her, it's a non-stop stream of people. I'm happy to accept a quick dismissal; it's a beautiful day, I have some shopping to do, so I make the most of actually being out.

This isn't as daft as it seems. 7 miles may not seem very far from town, but it is if the only thing between you and town is fields. And sheep. The 'bus' service runs 4 times a day, has to be booked in advance and obviously doesn't match my required times. Still, keeps the taxi companies in work I suppose.