Squashed Boobies…


My boobs are still tanned from my recent escapades in Gran Canaria, and the New Year has only just begun, and yet there I was in an NHS facility getting my fun-bags flattened like pancakes while a young Irish girl in a white coat physically manipulated my upper body into machinery.

The walk to the ‘mobile screening unit’; by which I mean a large caravan in the car park of a sports complex; was made all the more exciting by the fact that Mother Nature had decided to whip up gale force wind gusts, ensuring I arrived looking as if I’d been dragged through many hedges backwards. C’est la vie.

I have no concerns regarding the appointment as it was simply routine, and it’s extremely important to agree to these procedures in order to ensure that all is as it should be. Despite my wishes to see a lot less of the NHS in 2018, this is one procedure I didn’t actually mind undergoing – it’s far better to be safe than sorry…



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