an honest man doesn't really have the knack for this sort of thing
quel jour. firstly, i don't really look like that picture up there any more, cos i've had a ridiculous haircut. hopefully that's me done with visiting the hairdresser's for another four years, though! i had a wonderfully northern irish encounter today with a GP whose advice i sought regarding my ridiculous knee. it went something like this:
Me (entering surgery): 'Hello'
GP (very unfriendly): 'What is it?'
There follows a lengthy description of my housemaid's knee
GP: 'Right. Right. Right right right.'
GP: 'And do you feel sick at all?'
Me: 'Not really, just the knee.'
GP: 'Well, you probably have an infection. All you can do now is wait until your knee gets really swollen and painful, and you feel terrible, and then go to Casualty.'
GP: 'I'll write you a prescription anyway.'
Me: 'Please don't let it be for ibuprofen.'
GP hands me a prescription for ibuprofen
Grr! nevertheless, all is well. i'm feeling quite strange with my short hair but i'll get used to it soon no doubt. an evening of DVDs and of knee-elevation awaits!