I’m under the doctor and can’t breathe. I can’t walk to the bus stop and my wife is bent. I can’t breathe and haven’t done so for years. I live five miles from the clinic and the postman says I should have it. I have got arthritis and heart failure in both feet and knees. I am unable to walk now as my dog has died. I cannot drive a car because I haven’t got one. My husband’s dead and won’t bring me. I need transport as I have funny feet. If my mum goes out alone she gets into trouble. I must have your man as I cannot go out or even do up my suspenders. When your man brings me back could you ask him to drop me off at the White Swan. I hope you will send your driver as my husband is quite useless. My wife must have transport as she is over 80 and drives me mad. I cannot walk up a hill unless it is down and the hill to your clinic is up. I want transport as bus drivers do funny things to me and make me feel queer.