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Someone Has Changed The Town.

Every six months I have to go and see a Urologist because of a cyst that was operated out of my stomach. My lovely wife drove out of the garage and we set off to drive through town to see my Urologist. The first two streets all was well I knew where I was then it struck me new shops new buildings everything has changed. I asked my loved one are you sure we are in the right road. Another huge new shop most modern, when did they build this monstrosity of a building I asked my chauffeuse. That was built three years ago I now began to realise that it was a long time ago since I had come this way.

I noticed that the houses had mostly been redecorated new shops have been built all without my knowledge. High ten or twelve story blocks of flats had sprung out of the earth like toadstools it seemed to me that soon there will be no more green patches. The only things that have remained the same are all of the cemeteries these are, as I have always known them. If it were not for the cemeteries I would have thought that I was in some foreign country.

The building where the Urologe has his ordination is in a hospital right at the edge of town. My love parked the car and we walked into his ordination. Here thank goodness nothing had changed we were greeted by his receptionist after a few minutes I was ushered in to his rooms he Greeted and smiled, How are you Mr. Shaw any problems. The same procedure as always I dropped my trousers and underpants raised my shirt , first my kidneys were checked with his electronic apparatus then he donned a rubber glove and inserted his middle finger into my anus. No changes Mr. Shaw I will see you again in six months. I quickly worked out six months from now it will be in the middle of December just before Christmas, What a Christmas present this will be. My lovely wife and I decided to have lunch in the Hospital canteen. I ordered Asparagus with potatoes, my love ordered a Vienna Schnitzel, to wash the meal down we ordered for me a glass of beer and an orange drink for my love. We waited at least half an hour for the food. To say that it was one of the worst meals I have ever eaten would be no lie. My love told me that her Vienna Schnitzel was terrible. We will not be eating at this hospital canteen again.

On our way back home some devilish plan was put into action. Every Traffic Light turned red as we neared it. It was as if Satan himself was having his little joke on my beloved. Thank goodness we arrived home safely. My love garaged the car and we entered our flat and after a change into something more comfortable My love made me one of my favourite sweet tea,  I am now sitting at my computer hoping that this scribble from your scribbler Bern is to your satisfaction. Have great night, or day whatever time it is in your favourite land.