Day: August 6, 2004

More shopping madness in Enfield’s WH Smith (home of the scary shelves)*

Near the entrance is a stand full of the most recent Harry Potter book (that yellow one, I don’t know what it’s called, Harry Potter and Bilbo go mad in the country, or something) with the following in large red letters: “Special offer, buy one get one half price!”

Now, I know that Harry Potter fans don’t like reading, but that’s just ridiculous: they appear to be no other books in the offer.

* I don’t want you to think I go there every day or anything. I just had something I had to get on two occasions this week. And anybody who says anything different is lying.

Now that she’s sold out moved into the private health sector, Sal gets to test a much more exciting type of patient than the doddery old ladies she used to get at the hospital. Not content with serving one of the likely lads, and some bloke who used to race formula one cars in Australia, apparently, today she’s going to be treating a king. We’re not sure what he’s king of though (apparently his patient card reads something like “Mr Prince King …”). I suggested maybe wishful thinking, but she seemed to think probably not.