Fiction and chance

Thinkings and poems 1 Minute
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    I went to the doctor last week and he said,
    Who’re you,dear? I said
    I beg your pardon,but you know me already.
    So he said,
    Oh, my dear,I thought you were  new patient
    So I asked him if he needed glasses.He said
    Look here,I am the doctor not you.
    I apologised profusely and said it was just a way of showing  I cared.He smiled.
    Anyway I said,it’s my head doctor.It feels unstable.Is it going to drop off?
    Not literally,he replied.It’s all the upheaval  about Brexit.
    Brexit,what’s that? I asked politely.
    Why,surely you heard the News?
    No,I’ve stopped reading the paper and only get it because the newsagent is so kind.
    What about  the News,he enquired
    My TV is too small and I can’t be bothered to get a new one.
    Well,I’ve never heard of unstable heads before,he said.
    Now’s your big chance.If you study me you can write an article and be the  generator of a new disorder.Mind you,  if I recall the last 15 years of strife and war  in the Middle East  feeling the head is about to drop off is probably normal
    Well, keep it under your hat,he cried.We need patients who believe they are ill
    Maybe that’s my problem,I wear my hat under my head.
    That’s not a hat it’s a scarf, he informed me scientifically
    I’m afraid to wear it on my head in case people attack me in the street thinking I am a Muslim.
    Perhaps that explains your problems,he  chortled?
    I was born here because my mother was here
    Her folk fled from Co.Tyrone as Catholics were unpopular and had no vote etc
    To think,he said,you would not be here if Catholics had been given their rights 150 years ago, he mused.
    It’s a funny world,I said.None of us are here except by chance.
    God must love Probability.
    And so pray all of us.Ah,men!
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