Pat had an appointment with the doctor, but on reflection we couldn't see how we could get her there.
It's 10 minutes by foot, all on the level.
We'd thought that by allowing 30 minutes we could probably get her there, but when she got up it was clear that this was not going to happen.
I checked if a car was available. One was, but that involves getting her in and out of a car. It was clear that this was not going to happen either.
So she changed her appointment to a video-consultation. It all went pretty well, except when the doctor decided to try out his English, which I managed to decipher and had to explain to Pat. We switched back to French.
A prescription for appropriate drugs and for physiotherapy later all was sorted and I scuttled off to the pharmacy (just opposite the doctor's) before the Orangeman came.