The meeting of Mimi & Clive
“I had an appointment at Queens Square Hospital. I booked in and was told to sit down and wait in a new, large room, with chairs in rows.
Next, Clive asked me if this is for MS? “I hope so!” I said. There were only two of us patients, in this large room! He started talking.
We both had MS and were talking about what we did for our MS. We talked; I lived in Leytonstone, he said he lived in the country… “Shame” I thought and said, “There’s a good centre in town.”
He hate a note book and pen, something we do, as if you’re on your own, you need to make notes. We waited and waited. He asked if he could have my number. He didn’t seem to know of any centres.
We talked, time went by, and he asked what I was doing the next day. I said “I’m going to Germany. My mum’s German, and we’re going to Germany.” He said, “Yeah? My mum’s German.”
Then a doctor called Clive. He got up and mouthed “Call”, putting his hand like a telephone. Five minutes later, I had my appointmenr.
A few days later, he phoned me. We talked for ages, and his telephone number was similar to mine. I found out he was just across the roundabout from me…
OH MY WORD!