There were two waiting areas, the first was a larger area of maybe 20 padded 'plastic leather' covered chairs and a few magazines, always things like national geographic, women's weekly and occasionally cosmopolitan. In the larger waiting room, there were also one or two children's books, always preschool or very early primary. All had seen better days, covers or pages ripped, sticky with unknown substances and wax crayon on children's books.
There was always a nervous expectant atmosphere in the doctors waiting room. The unwritten rule was that it was forbidden to talk and apart from one patient continuously coughing, the place was deathly quiet. As a child I enjoyed breaking that rule, often receiving a glare from my mother to sit down and behave.
We waited for most of the time in the larger waiting room and then your name was called, signaling for you to move to the smaller waiting section which was just four chairs in the corridor, outside the doctors room.
This area was where the tension really ramped up. You could hear the voices of the doctor, nurse and patient inside and often, crying children who had just been given an injection. There were no magazines or books and waiting outside here meant "be quiet or else" There was also very little sunlight and the corridor was dim.
Bizarrely, I do remember one framed picture on the wall. The same picture was there for years. It was a photo of a naked baby/ toddler, taken from behind. The baby had spots and there was the slogan "Are you sure this is measles doctor?" At the bottom of the picture.