the doctors name , all his features , his silly homer simpson tie , the gold rolex watch on his left wrist , the sign in the booth they had been in , recommending a flu jab for people at risk , old age pensioners , the very young , pregnant women.he remembered the pregnant women phrase in particular , as he hugged his wife who was crying silently in his arms , her tears dripping down the back of his blue diesel jumper with the number seven on the left breast , he had stared at that sign , a knot of pain in his stomach , a tear running down his cheeks , the pain as he had dug his nails into the palms of his hands until his knuckles were white and there were red marks on his hands , maybe someday he had thought as he read that sign over and over and over again .