SPACE-AGE CHEMIST PANDEMONONIUM

Hello again,

Yep, I’m back! Third time’s a charm, right? I just wanted to tell you a funny little story.

I was in the pharmacy earlier, picking up some medication, and ordering more. It took ages, because the place was like Casey’s Court, as my Nana used to say. It was all topsy turvy, because they’re making it all modern, sort of Space Odyssey meets Aqua-Park, with corkscrew metallic medication-slides built into the ceiling.

My chemist typed instructions into her computer, and after a bit, my medication came whirl-shooting down towards her. And when I say whirl-shooting, the stuff really shot. In fact, the poor chemist manning the computer and the slide next to mine kept getting hit in the chest with paracetamol! It was bonkers.

Also, half the space was closed off for the refurbishing of the cosmetics area, so all the salespeople were smushed into far too tight a space, and kept bumping into each other as they raced around, because nothing seemed to be working properly, and they couldn’t find anything. A fancy looking lady wearing lots of labels wanted Clarins fake tan, but the poor salesgirl couldn’t locate it even though the computer said there was some, and the lady got really irate.

Add piped pop music, and workmen with power-drills, and you’ve got a recipe for opening your mouth to whatever drug is coming down the chute next!

Meanwhile, a little blonde girl dressed in pale blue shorts and a matching top was dancing wildly to a Taylor Swift’s “Shake It Off” next to the Scholl plasters and corn removers. I wanted to join in, just for fun, and to watch people’s reactions.

I’m almost excited to go back tomorrow to get my injectable pens!

Love,

Cesca xx

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