I spent this morning convincing the home visit nurse that I am mentally well. She stared at me so intently that I am sure she was looking not just at my aura, but also my soul.
I suppose it is comments like 'I've never had any interest in babies' that set off alarm bells for her. So she pulled the oldest trick in the book and left something behind - a green pencil case with her measuring tape and antiseptic hand get in it (yes I peeked).
Hours pass and lo and behold there is a knock at the door. It is the nurse, coming to claim her property, and check up on me. Good on her. Due to some flatulence, the house would have smelt like poo this morning. If she had the house bugged, all that she would have heard were trumpets.
Luckily I had the nous to air the home out after she left.
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