In the pharmacy yeaterday ( I was looking for corn pads) a vision in starched white sidled up to me and offered to assist in my endeavours. Her uniform led me to believe her to be a nurse and her firm handshake indicated that she would have no problems gripping my wheelchair.
after making my purchase I offered her lunch which she accepted with a cheeky grin.
She said her name was Frieda and she was from Stockholm.
Then she dropped the bombshell... SHE WAS A PEDIATRIST and not a nurse.
My feet however wept with joy on hearing this.