Talking of things that are or should be extinct,I see some more Lords have been pretending to be Brits(pretending is correct me thinks,cos true Brits pay British taxes ) I fancy a version of the old French revolution,at the very least a few heads should roll.
So last night I am just about to go help put an old lady in the village to bed when the phone rings,t'is my doc,which is always worrying,but she tells me that all blood tests are fine,no diabetes,pituitary tumour,iron deficiency or thyroid problems,did I mention they took an arm and a half full ?,"oh goody" says I,"not quite" says she......I now have to go for a bloody mammogram with already swollen tender boobies. Then my friend rings today for a gossip,she happens to mention that the booby scanning van is in the village and she didn't know it came out here,so I end the phone call and ring the doctors thinking I can avoid the day trip to the hospital,the docs haven't made the referral yet,but advise me to ring the breast screening place the van comes from.......so I do,no they won't be able to do the scan as I will need to see someone or another who won't be on the van and the results take longer than the two week deadline the NHS currently have for big C screening.............I wouldn't mind but being realistic breast cancer would not appear on both sides on the same day with identical symptoms..........it is such a waste of money,but no one listens when I try to explain all the ruddy hormones around me and my sympathetic boobies.........

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