Sandwiches just listen

I WAS having an intimate conversation with my avocado sandwich at lunchtime.

Maybe it was more like a whinge session.

My first patient had not attended. Another patient called when she was meant to be at the surgery, reporting car trouble. Meanwhile a third patient wanted to see me after he had finished work, late on a Friday. I negotiated an alternative time that would take him past the surgery while he was en route between two of his jobs. It was all just too much of a