Yea. As a youngster I remember Dr Ezzat's and all the shuffling along the chairs. He was our main doctor from the early 1960s when we lived on the Moor Pool Estate and after we moved to Highfield Lane up at Quinton. I liked him and he actually seemed genuinely interested. I remember his kindly face with head tilted to one side as he meticulously checked our chest with his stethoscope and looked at our tongue ......whatever ailment we had. I wonder what his story was. My guess is that he came back with the 8th Army after the war.This thread opens up lots of possibilities. Our GP when I was young was Dr Ezzat. His practice was a fairly large but poorly adapted house on the corner of Court Oak Road and Tennal Lane. There were no appointments and you would simply take the next available chair and wait your turn. Good job we were trained to queue from birth! The waiting room must have once been a sitting room or perhaps dining room. The chairs were a random mix of wooden dining chairs, but none of them was particularly comfortable. As the buzzer went (I think it was a buzzer) for the next patient, we would all move along one chair. I can picture the room very clearly even now. There was nothing warm or inviting or interesting about it. When you were called through, you would walk along a short corridor and knock on the door of the consulting room, already slightly high on the whiff of antiseptic. Dr Ezzat was a large, fairly genial Egyptian who knew all of my family and was prone to give advice on a range of things, whether you wanted it or not. My clearest recollection of him is when he treated me for a severe gash to my knee caused by newly pruned and dagger-like privet hedge at my Grand-dads house. I still have the scar, but I did not develop an infection.
I run a FB group about the history of Weoley Castle. Would you mind if I shared this? I would do it as a screen shot.When a lad in Weoley Castle, our Doctor was , Dr Judge, Castle Square, a big Irish man, and a genuine bloke, I worked at the Butchers on a Sat Morning and cut my thumb, quite badly, and went straight over to the Surgery, when he opened the door , he frowned, come in son, took me through to the office, lets have a look here , yes stitches I'm afraid, he cleaned and stitched the wound. he finished and said, did a lot of this in the Desert war, you were very brave, its ok now, and I went back to work all in about an hour, I was about 12/13 at the time, how different to today.