Her mood was more militant than usual. 'That new doctor I saw this time said I was to lose two stone and take more exercise. "More exercise, young man," I says to him, "if you saw how much exercise I have to take, day in day out, at my work - which is Real Work, I'll have you know, not just looking at legs and writing out bits of paper for the chemist - you would get a real shock." He didn't say nothing after that.'It was my private opinion that Mrs Pringle had not delivered the tirade quoted but wished she had, and I was being the recipient of her wishful thinking.'A mere boy he was too,' she went on, puffing about the classroom with her duster. 'Could've been my grandson except I'd have learnt him better manners if he'd been one of mine, I can tell you.''Has he prescribed any medicine or ointment?' I enquired, really in order to stem this vituperative flow.Mrs Pringle sat down heavily on the front desk, chest heaving under her flowered overall. I confronted her glaring eyes as bravely as I could.'Much too posh for that, this one was.
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