Travel in style

I've been to the pain clinic today, what a journey. The car we borrowed from Ken at the garage give us an interesting drive. We set off in plenty of time to get to the clinic for 1pm.
The journey was awful, every light at red, road works, very low on fuel, so had to go out of our way to find the petrol station, and only just in time. All this in a automatic that doesn't like changing gears. We finally arrived at the pain clinic nearly twenty minutes late.
The therapist seemed pleased with the little progress I am making, and gave me a few stretching exercises to do. So now I'm up to breathing and stretching. The good thing is I don't have to go back to the clinic, as she made me a telephone appointment. This means I can give her a up date of my progress over the phone, which means I don't use to much energy getting there, which makes a lot of sense.