What a day I had yesterday. It almost drove me to drink. An old neighbour of mine, we lived close to each other from 1975 up to 3 years ago needed a lift. He is almost 100 and, to put it kindly is quite a character. He had to go to the hearing clinic, he is deaf in one ear, but can still hear with the other, and if he doesn't like the technician he doesn't press the buzzer. The poor woman either thinks there is a marked deterioration in his hearing or that her machine is playing up.
His daughter is on holiday and his son working. His grandson said 'never, will I take him again, get Polly' So off we went. I gave him the gypsy's warning before we went in and he was quite well behaved. Only put his walking aid on my toe once.
When the test was over a very well made up and frightfully posh technician came to see me. 'Your father is very deaf isn't he' she said 'Yes' I replied 'that's why he's here' and he's no relation to me'. I could hardly breath because she was wearing lashings of a very heavy perfume. that made my eyes water. As she turned away, Cyril shouted in my ear. 'That woman smells like a vegetarians fart'
I didn't waste any time, I asked them to send the results to the G.P and I took him to the Copper Kettle for a cup of tea and a cream cake. Then with relief took him home. He was a paratrooper during the war and jumped at Arnhem and was one of the few to make it back alive