Within days of being provisionally accepted on a cruise line owned by Carnival daughts and I made a journey to Harley Street to obtain her full medical exam.
Her G.P. was unable to do it because it was for a job so considered elective not necessary.
In fact none of the doctors in the practise could conduct the exam privately until the end of August which was too late. Tensions started to rise until we uncovered a private doctor who booked her in quickly and without any fuss. Harley Street convenience comes at a price.
My camera and I joined her for the day of tests and vaccinations,
“Mum, you’re making an outing of this,” she said as I snapped her entering a pokey little lift to take to her first exam,
It’s not every day I get to see inside the impressive houses of Harley Street.
I was disappointed by the public rooms in this exclusive part of town that smacks of wealth. With no air conditioning the windows were flung open and the atmosphere was hot and muggy. We visited three doctors in different Harley Street locations. I didn’t see their personal offices, which were apparently lovely and spacious according to Daughts, I sat in various airless waiting areas
…two of them in hallways.
We love to set up shop in corridors here in England!
Her first doctor, the one who kept the ball rolling with referral notes to colleagues, was “handsome” I was told, dressed in a brown pinstripe suit on a hot sunny day.
At the X-ray place in the basement, I overheard the receptionists arguing about who was going to go out to pick up lunchtime sandwiches,
“You can’t go out in this dreadful heat, I’ll go!”
The English cannot handle the sun, only on holiday, preferably on beaches.
When Daughts emerged from the radiologist’s room she was swooning over his sheer good looks. I think it was the heat!
Final stop was for her inoculations, Typhoid and Yellow Fever. Here we were again directed downstairs where the temperature was really high. The desk behind which two staff worked was a little alcove in the long hall with no more than 6 feet width behind it. They shared their space with a computer, a printer, a phone two chairs and a tiny fan. There were no windows and the air was stifling,
“You’d think they could afford a large fan or air conditioning at these prices,” I said to the young ladies who were glistening. They both nodded in agreement.
The shot meister was deemed to be the most handsome of all the doctors today, German, tall, blonde with blue eyes, a real Aryan. She was in attractive heaven, I needed to get her something to eat before she passed out.
We ate lunch at Pizza Place (she’d been craving a good Neopolitan) in front of a beautiful church,
I ate a salad with warm, grilled vegetables,
and she shared her pizza with me.
After having a coffee Daughts went on to work with a sigh of satisfaction that the day had yielded successive encounters with good lookers!
We waited at home with baited breath for the full report of her medical; by the end of the week we would find out all kinds of things we really didn’t know we needed to know!
“Woo hoo, I bet you can’t wait!” her older brother said.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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