OCCASIONALLY days seem to go backwards. Instead of problems being resolved and disputes ironed out, amity is followed by discord. It's as if the Big Bang has suddenly reached the end of its elastic band and time and space has slipped into reverse-like a yo-yo on the rebound.On this day I was working diligently in the dispensary when the Wicked Witch of the West breeched my horizon. 'Mr Paloumpis is here,' she said.The Wicked Witch-'I've worked for Ron for 30 years'-was a shop assistant about 10 years my senior. Half a lifetime anchored to the same millstone had given her a proprietorial attitude towards the mill and affected her feelings about, in particular, locum pharmacists.
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