Boy Z’s health troubles continue, I shan’t bore you with the details. Dr. O’C called our local GP for an appointment this evening. They didn’t have any openings, but suggested that we call for a home visit. I thought they were playing a remarkably unfunny practical joke on us. But an hour or so later a proper M.D. showed up at our door, efficiently diagnosed Boy Z with the croup and wrote us up a script for Prednisone. What did we pay for this, you ask? Zero dollars and a lower income tax rate than what we would be paying in the States. Just saying.

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