It was a strange phone call. It could have been from a geriatric dating agency for old codgers like me. But in fact, it was a clinical questionnaire for a forthcoming MRI scan.
Still, for a confused person, and I am quite often confused, you might understand why I was getting a bit excited:
Are you under 20 stone?
Oh yes.
“How are your knees?”
Oh great, my knees is great.
“And your lumbar area, any problems?
No, no, I’m Ok there, fairly lumbaresque
“Have you had an operation on your knees, lumbar or spine in the past two years?
No, full working order I’m in.
Do you have a pacemaker
Nooo
Do you have any heart oblems?
Well I get a bit lonely now and then, but No, not at all.
Have you ever had a stent fitted?
Don’t even know what a stent is
Are you independently mobile?
Oh yes, I certainly get about a bit
Right John, I’m sure we got a date for you, just hold the line while I confirm it.
Well, I suppose I was a bit confused, but by this time I was getting really excited. It was a disappointment to discover the date was just the date on which I was to get the MIRI scan! For a minute or two there, I was hoping she was going to match me with the woman of my dreams.
Broadsides - A collection of bits and pieces 
I knew what was coming 🙂 !
It takes another oldie …
We don’t have a wood burning stove so I don’t have to worry about my lumber area!
Whoops!
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