Angus is scheduled to go to the hospital for the quarterly check up following his wisteria pruning tumble from the ladder. As a result Sophie is up and out earlier than usual for a tour of the village and a drink from the waterfall. As we walk we chat away on the i-Phone to the Manhattanites. They are becoming worried about two things. Taiwan and the likelihood of US Presidential politics throwing up a rematch of 2020 . The two issues may become intertwined.
Angus thinks he must have been given the first appointment of the day but there are already a dozen or so folk waiting to get registered. All of them are wearing masks. They wear them so that they cover the nose. Anyone who doesn't wear them correctly is reprimanded by a stern young lady in blue scrubs.
After four tests to and a peremptory meeting with the specialist Angus is discharged. ' Your tests seem fine. Come back in six months' says the doctor with an off handedness that Anglo-Saxon ears might find brusque. He then, without looking up from his computer screen, points towards the door. This is as good a way as any of signaling that the appointment is over. 'The Font' observes that Angus should be grateful .Peremptory doctors meetings are infinitely preferable to long ones. An hours worth of tests and the thirty second 'consultation' come to the grand total of E81:71.
Back in the village an overjoyed Sophie is reunited with her master. A tour of the village ensues. The German billionaires builders are busy reroofing one of the original medieval houses. Much of the original structure seems to have 'crumbled' in the process.