Between A Rock
I observed a strange behaviour in myself today but one I suspect that's not all that uncommon if the truth be known. I went to the Doctor and despite the condition that warranted such a visit you would have thought I had 'A' Reserve tickets at Covent Garden. I looked a million dollars. So tell me, why do we do that? And why is it that after eighteen months of sickness hell when we can finally drag ourselves out the front door and into our Doctor's surgery that the moment we get there the illness... Sign in to see full entry.