Amelia the nurse phone me yesterday with the result of my blood test. All is well and functioning, most of me passed my MOT, except for one small bump. My cholestrol is a bit high she said. My love affair with butter must come to an end I have decided. Not that I am giving it up, just reducing my intake. Would you want to take statins she said, no way said I, diet will have to be the method. The only pills I take are for blood pressure, and that was fine and normal she checked. Well I am at last in the hands of the NHS, it has been rather worrying when you change districts, as to how much of your information travels with you but having entered the computer database - I am recorded;)
When I told my granddaughter she said good granny now you will get your 100 years achieved telegram from the Queen. No way said I, no intention of living into very old age, hopefully the plug will be pulled quietly somewhere in the next few years.
Actually I am more likely to die of stress, waiting for the above call with my mobile switched on to catch it, and not losing it in the time consuming performance of finger press of recognition always reduces me to a tizzy of fury at mobile phones.
I think New York is celebrating the ending of public call booths as well, theyll be sorry when the internet gets trashed ;)