Some days are rather special...

En fin - me with my gal - Sunday, 17th February.
Special thanks to Alex, Winnie, Cath & all at Crackenthorpe Stud.

" Miss Polly had a dolly ..."

Diane asked if I would visit her reception classes to talk about being a doctor, as part of their curriculum topic 'People Who Help Us'. So how could I refuse? It's been a while since I was visiting in school. The wonder of innocent and sometimes vulnerable children never ceases to delight & bring a lump to the throat...

 

We had a selection of teddies, dollies, dogs, dinosaurs, monkeys, aliens & Peppa Pigs to attend to!

" Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick.
So she phoned for the doctor to come quick, quick, quick.
The doctor came with his bag and his hat,
And knocked at the door with a rat-a-tat-tat.

He looked at the dolly and shook his head,
And said "Miss Polly put her straight to bed.
He wrote a paper for a pill, pill, pill.
I'll be back in the morning with the bill, bill, bill."

All very pre- NHS or the private sector!