I phoned an NHS centre 65 miles away, the phonecall was a struggle but they said they would check my asthma, so I happily journeyed 65 miles to check out this new town. I like it.

The centre was in a very rough ethnic minority clinic, there was just one doctor on duty and the wait was more than 2 hours, but at least I got my lungs checked.
I seem to be fairly clear, my peak flow is not very good though, but the doctor gave me a new prescription for ventolin, which is good.

So I headed back to the station, the last train was about 20 minutes wait and I had been in a crowded waiting room for more than 2 hours and I needed a hot drink, so I scuttled as fast as I could hop in the direction of McD's and got a hot chocolate and scuttled back to get the train by the skin of my teeth.
Teeth do not have skin.

Got 'home' at about 11.15pm and was glad I was in the bed and breakfast a minute away from the station.

woke up this morning feeling very relaxed but because I was indoors the terrors overwhelmed me.
showered, ate and tried to go to church but failed.