Wednesday, February 7

Annual medical

“Morning Bernie, any problems?” Nope. Takes blood pressure. “OK you’re good to go.” My GP practice drags me in once a year, presumably so they can tick a box. Nothing wrong with that. And yet given all those taxes we pay, you’d expect a little more? Perhaps I shouldn’t tempt fate. The last thing I want is to be lectured about my lifestyle or have someone looking too closely beneath the bonnet.

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