Going to the doctor's surgery reminded me of the cauliflower effect in Stornoway in the 1970s. Transport links were less reliable back then, and the word swiftly went round if any shop had a delivery of fresh veg. You had to be quick to avail yourself of the delights of a change from pre-packaged frozen stuff.
The surgery was heaving this morning. It seems that everyone had heard the anti-'flu jabs were available. I was there for routine maintenance (blocked ears needing syringed) – and the atmosphere in the waiting room was a lot jollier than it often is when everyone sits round worrying about their illnesses.