Do you come here often?’ I’ve been asked this a few times over the years, but never in a hospital waiting room.
‘Oh,’ I replied. ‘Something like every six months. Just routine. Could be worse. How about you?’
My new friend was a man in his mid-70s, at a guess. He had rather wild hair, and eyebrows that could probably be seen from space.
He was wearing dark red corduroy trousers, and a V-neck pullover with holes in it. And he was very chatty.
‘I tried not
