Thank goodness that is over for another three years. Half an
hour the doctor kept me waiting and I became a little bit nervous about the
important but totally undignified procedure and just waffled away. I asked
about the menopause and realised that I don’t actually have any symptoms apart
from mood swings and that could be just down to Ben and Charlotte winding me
up.
Our new boy at work is fab and has totally changed the
dynamics of the office. It is no longer a Mothers’ meeting as we have made way
for some testosterone. He says that me, Margo and Janet Half Job (our office
names) are moody wenches and he comes to work to get away from his wife’s rants
and moans. Ha Ha and please stop taking the mickey out of my lunchtime “lie
back and think of England” procedure as it won’t be long before you have to go
to the doctor and have his finger stuck up your backside checking for walnuts.
Well, all I can say is what a great life we live in that so many illnesses can
be prevented from not very nice but essential health checks.
Benny Boy has had a personality transplant since becoming teetotal.
It reminds me of a Tony Parsons’ novel that I recently enjoyed about a middle
aged copper that inherited the heart of a nineteen year old Rapper. The Wife
had to learn to love a completely different person. Ben is more sensible, he no
longer snores, is more serious and he goes to bed very early. Maybe he doesn’t
fancy me anymore? After all, it’s the first
time in around twelve years that he has seen me without his beer goggles.
