If you slip your coat off Mrs Taylor I will just check your blood pressure.
Shirley undid the buttons on her white mackintosh then took off her cardigan. The doctor slipped the rubber band around her arm and pumped it up with a balloon with a tube attached to it. It tightened up around her arm and she could feel the pulse as the doctor slowly let out the air.’
Your blood pressure is a little high but nothing to be concerned about. Can I have a look at your eyes?
The doctor pulled down the lid of one eye then released it.’
“Did you know that you are anaemic?’
“No I didn’t.’
“The doctor wrote out two prescriptions and then signed them in unrecognisable scribble.’
The tablets for your anaemia I want you to take three times a day.’
“Have you been feeling tired and listless?’
“Yes I have.’
“Well these tablets will help you.’ come back and see me in a month and we will check on you again.’
There is three months supply of the birth pill. Please read all the notes inside before taking them.
Thank you Doctor said Shirley as she picked up her cardigan and coat and left the room.
“There you are Shirley; I told you it was nothing didn’t I.’
Thanks’ Liz.’ He’s given me three months supply and some iron tablets because I’m anaemic.’
“Leave Jeffery with me and go straight to Hogg’s the chemists and get your prescription. I will watch him until you come back to the bakery.’
“Will you Liz; you’re an angel.’
Shirley hurried along the street to the chemist shop on Albion Road. Liz pushed the pram to the bakery then made her excuses to Tom before putting on her overall and began to serve the influx of customers who were queuing up at the door.’
“Where the hell you been said Nancy Carter. “ We’ve been stowed off here for over half an hour.’
I’ve been a message with Shirley.’
“You and Shirley are getting very pally, pally aren’t you.’
“So; what is it to you?’
“Nothing just saying.’
“Yes Mrs Beattie; what can I get for you said Liz.’
“Have you got any brown buns?’
“Yes we have; how many would you like.’
“I’ll have half a dozen please.’
“Will there be anything else?’
Yes, could I have two mince and onion pies and can I have one of those large steak pies as well.’
Liz took the tongs, she scooped up the mince pies placing them into a brown paper bag with Tom Taylors bakery and a drawing of his bicycle with a box on the back and front where his business started from on the front. Then she took hold of the large plate pie and bagged that. “Seven shilling and sixpence Mrs Beattie please.’
The woman gave Liz a ten shilling note and awaited her change. Liz rang the till placed the ten bob not in the compartment and took out two shillings and sixpence change and handed over the goods.