MADE FOR WALKING

Up and out early as B had a hospital appointment. The owner of this foot and these impossibly high heels - higher than they look from this sneaky angle - was sitting next to me as we waited for our respective charges (her mum, I think) to come out of the treatment rooms. In fact B walked out during the treatment. I know it's his right to do so, and I know that white-coat syndrome is a real thing, but I really wasn't in the mood for it today. We wait to hear whether they send him another appointment or whether he's worked his way through all their consultants now.