Down south, it is all sunshine as far as fellow waiting-room diabetics go: all willing to beam their narrative charm at you, such as that if you consume 1/2 a birthday cake, you can cancel out the sweetness by drinking a few drops of bitter aloe extract or tart lemon juice. Other (non-diabetic) handy tips that have found my ears include the need to saw a beloved horse to pieces if you want to cremate it (crematorium CEO’s wife says it has to be in a box if you want to burn it) and never to secret a bag of humbugs about your person if you work at the sweetie factory (you are strip-searched at the exit).
Talking of sweeties, I’ve clean forgotten about the kiosk-on-wheels which is hauled about by a troop of yellow-bedecked Sunshine Sisters (not exactly “cool” because of the 2 urns it harbours). Usually it appears a few seconds after the student dieticians have delivered their low GI&fat-gospel, to be stripped bare of all things fast&fatty…(Infidels!)