“Excuse me”.
“Excuse me”.
“Eh? Aw right mate, whit is it?”
“I wonder if you tell me where the doctor's surgery is?”
“Aye sure mate, ye need tae turn around an’ go back up the street past the chip shoap on the left. Cairry oan fur aboot 30 meters and ye’ll see the sigh fur it oan the right. Is a new building they jist moved aboot a year ago”
“Oh right I do think I saw that when I was passing, thank you ever so much, I’m a new doctor here.”
“Nae bother doctor, hae a nice whan.”
“Yes, eh, you too, thanks again”.
New doctor, thought Sniffs running across the road to avoid death-by-army truck. Funny, ah wiz reading somehin in the Courier a wee while back aboot a doctor goan missing up in the Breich hills, eftir that daft wee meteor shower aw they cunts fi Edinburgh Uni were getting aw hoat an bothered aboot. Must be hur replacement. Nice doctor she wiz in aw. Soarted mah piles oot nae bother.
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