'There's nowt so queer...

as folk...

'cept me and thee...

and tha's queer!'

A lovely Yorkshire expression

which came to mind, as happy as Larry

I sat in a local hospital enjoying the

spectacle known as people watching.

I had taken an elderly friend there for 

an outpatients appointment.

After escorting him to the eye clinic,

I waited in the foyer of the hospital.

Boy did I have a good time.

The hours ticked by without me

even thinking to get out the book I'd taken with me.

All walks of life were there.

An especial favourite was a 7 ft. monster man 

who was large; so huge, he had to walk with his arms 

held out in the way that giants do.

On arrival, in his orange singlet,  

he belched loudly.

The trainers, the stilletos, the strappy sandals all

passed me by.  The acres of flesh, the shifts, the sundresses,

all made me think I was on the front row of 

the new season's catwalk of Primark's finest.

Now before you all cry...

'Get her, who does she think she is?'

I must confess I did draw some strange looks myself,

not least from the security guards, thinking...

Where did she park her broomstick?

For all the world, I thought I had wandered into a 

warts and all episode of

24 hours in A & E.

My pal was worried he had kept me
 waiting so long...

'Be not afraid Ken, I've had a whale of a time!'

His next appointment is for a month's time, the day before my birthday.

It's already in my diary, as much anticipated as my

56th* Leo-fest extravaganza!

*  Stonking great Fibonacci!