Free, but where’s the Royal?
I got up at crack of dawn. Today my daughter and I were venturing to London Town. Fortunately I had a free day.
We left her house before 7am to beat the traffic jams. Her hospital appointment wasn’t until 09.30, but seasoned commuter me was taking no chances. The satnav did its best, but I knew better, so I overrode it, wrongly thinking I’d find a route that was traffic-free. Nonetheless we arrived at 09.00 at the Royal Free. A disabled parking space was immediately free. And it was FREE!
Saw no Royal, but the Free really was free!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: Royal Free Hospital, Hampstead, London
5 comments add one below
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Hope she is doing well.
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Thanks Verity. She’s in very good spirits right now. It might change, but we all sincerely hope it doesn’t.
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
I genuinely hope she remains in good shape. Wishing her the best of health.
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Thank you for your kind wishes, Verity.
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Christopher over 2 years ago
Hope everything is okay. Sorry for being so late reading this. Been a crazy few weeks. I'm going to try to catch up with everything in the next couple of days.
