@B69
Quite astonished really.

After Tuesday night's unfortunate guts episode I thought it might be best to go to the doc.

Not surprisingly - it was a bit of food poisoning - but I'm such a rare visitor to my doctors that they gave me a full check-up (I pay £8 a month not to visit my doctor so don't expect this on the NHS.)

I am, apparently, in quite superb order. Blood pressure, cholestoral etc. excellent.

Now, I've spent the last 25 of my 40 years on this earth guzzling all sorts of substances clinically certified as harmful and often officially certified as illegal.

I have treated my liver, lights and lungs in much the same way as Volvo treat their crash test dummies.

So - am I:-

A - a walking timebomb?
B - lucky?
C - misdiagnosed?
D - invincible, like Captain Scarlet?

Right at the moment, as an optimist and favouring option D, I'm celebrating this delightful diagnosis by drinking heavily and scoffing Rothmans.
( The Disappointed Caravanner of the year, Thu 12 Mar 2009, 22:09, Reply)