A View from the Playground

The Winter of my Discontent

Storm clouds have been brewing over St Albans all day, don't you think? Anyway, the bloke up the road reckons that snow will be due this week as his boiler has broken down. I was clearly rather surprised. Well, somewhere in England anyhow was the crestfallen reply. I met him on my return from the doctors, my three week coldy fluey thing finally requiring antibiotics- or so I thought.
Anyway, I waited my turn, braving plaque, norovirus, small pox and the elderly need for a chat. My diagnosis? You have a cold. MMM thanks, I thought that, but they don't normally last this long. Still, I was vindicated as the acute conjunctivitis which is apparently part and parcel of a cold was requiring of antibiotic drops, perhaps I should drink the fluid instead.
Pondering all this, I wandered past St Albans Abbey to get my prescription from big brand pharmacy. (I feel a bit embarrassed constantly going to local pharmacy for drugs, they might think I'm always ill.) There I was alone, except for baby and red coat when a teenager came up to me. It, ( I cant tell the sex these days ) said, This is the Winter of My Discontent and walked off just as enigmatically. Two thoughts crossed my mind, firstly, I bet you are a public school pupil and secondly, just wait till you have kids...