Maria Magenta
master brummie
Dr Jones was our doctor (we lived in Park Villas, Witton Street), and I seem to remember the names of Drs Bowen and Benbow.
Memories of the surgery: the sound of the gas fire, the padded bench that ran round the walls, and the way patients used to move around like a snake (as I thought as a child) when the next in the queue went in. I think there was pale green paint.
I can't remember a receptionist, but surely there was one? What I can remember is a medicinal smell, and that as you went down the corridor to Dr Jones' room, there was a partitioned-off part of the corridor (green paint again?) on the left, behind which was...what? An office, a nurse - i really can't remember.
Dr Jones was a very nice person. My mother told me that his wife died young.
Memories of the surgery: the sound of the gas fire, the padded bench that ran round the walls, and the way patients used to move around like a snake (as I thought as a child) when the next in the queue went in. I think there was pale green paint.
I can't remember a receptionist, but surely there was one? What I can remember is a medicinal smell, and that as you went down the corridor to Dr Jones' room, there was a partitioned-off part of the corridor (green paint again?) on the left, behind which was...what? An office, a nurse - i really can't remember.
Dr Jones was a very nice person. My mother told me that his wife died young.