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I was making the kids breakfast and Ernie was in the kitchen. Suddenly he laughed to himself. "What are you laughing about?" I asked.
"I just thought of something funny," he said.
"What was it?" I enquired
"Butts!" he said.
And I love that he was able to amuse himself by simply thinking about bottoms. He's right they are funny. And his delight in the funniness of butts of course made me laugh too, which also made him happy.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I spend a lot of my time thinking about butts too. I am ashamed to say that I have become so jaded that sometimes those butts don't make me laugh.
I had an early morning trip to the hospital for my annual MOT and service. I was getting a chest and abdomen scan just to double check that nothing untoward is going on in there. I am pretty sure I am OK, though to be fair I felt perfectly well last time I had cancer, so you never know. I was once again being scanned in the mobile scanner van parked outside the hospital, rather than in the swish Total Recall scanning suite where I'd gone the first time. This very much had the air of some chancers just running a scanner illegally and poaching patients from the real hospital. The technicians were lovely and guided me through everything with kindness, but it didn't feel like they followed procedure as much as they might have. After I'd been scanned -again warned about the sensation of having wet myself, but again no dice - the guy who'd accompanied me here just took out the canula straight away (previously I've had to wait 20 minutes) and then said he was meant to take me back to the hospital, but it was raining and so I could just go straight back to the car, but should wait five minutes before driving off to ensure I was OK. I appreciated the fast track and I was absolutely fine to drive.
Hopefully the results will be fine - they don't give you any clues at the time - but if not then it's terrific that due to this regular check up I should catch any problems early. My mission now is just to live as long as I possibly can and given that I still don't really believe that I've had proper cancer this all feels like a freebie. God Bless the NHS. Even the ones who operate out of a van at the back.
