“You’re not funny!!!!”

It’s Thursday! Having driven down to NC on Tuesday I’m driving back to NY today. Just an hour outside NYC today and then up to the Noethernmost Adirondacks tomorrow – there’s a whole lot of driving and numb-bum-itis going on! Please look after this ancient, almost geriatric post while I’m driving and have s giggle at my expense!!

Bitchin’ in the Kitchen

I can’t count how many times that’s been yelled at me. I am a teeny tiny bit of a practical joker. Hard to believe I know but there it is.

I think the first time I remember pranking someone was when I was 14 and it was my mum.

We had a townhouse in London, the sort of house with a walkout basement and big iron railings at the front. The kitchen, dining room and playroom were in the basement/lower ground/call-it-what-you-will.

Mum had gone shopping and as I heard her come in and head for the stairs, I decided, with all the wisdom a 14 year old possesses (which, as it turns out, is a lot more than I have now) – I decided to lie on the floor and pretend to be unconscious.

Brilliant huh?!

Mum walked into the kitchen, saw me laid artistically on the floor, screeched like…

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The Out Patient Appointment..

It’s TBT and here’s a trip back to London and yet another of my infamous run ins with Doctors…

Bitchin’ in the Kitchen

Growing up under the NHS in London was great. Until it wasn’t.

Raging Despots of Doctors receptionists. Doctors with God complex’s. Nurses who idolised the piggin’ idiots and made them even more delusional if possible!

Oh and let’s not forget the ever present cup of tea. I’m quite sure they even stopped operations for surgeons to have their tea break!

It all climaxed with us, the patients being a bit of a bloody nuisance if anything. I definitely felt treated as a convenience or tool of the trade by some.

This resulted in some embarrassing situations! As I got older, there were more toe curling episodes for them as I grew into my attitude but as a young girl, well – if we’re telling embarassing stories here goes.. it’s hard to pick just one isn’t it?!

When I was 19 I had to see a specialist for “Wimmins problems” and…

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