I think I have finally got a doctor to listen to me, the problem is not (!) my heart as most people thought, the problem is arising from a shortage of breath caused by a bout of bronchial pneumonia I had shortly after we were married.
The situation was worsened three years ago, when after a row with a lady I used to know, I spent five hours walking between her home town (Catford) and the next (Lewisham), waiting for the early train back here. When I got to the train station I was so cold I couldn't stop shaking as I sat drinking my coffee. I had been soaked through and frozen to the bone from 11:15, when we left her house until I got back here a day later and in that time the only hot thing I had was at the train station at 7:00 am, when I had a burger and coffee.
The peculiar thing about this meeting other than the fact the lady sabotaged it from the outset was that a few weeks earlier I had a dream I was flying over a river and looked down to see the name Catford.
Not being a soap opera fan-Eastenders never came to mind-all the name meant to me was the dog racing track.