Charlatan

I was rumbled by the quacks yesterday after being unknown to them they have me in their records,it may be that they will attempt to turn me into a receptacle for drugs,they gave me an injection of something and 4 tablets yesterday during my short stay in the local hospital which is more tablets than I have took for years all in one go!I only visited the docs to get reassurance that I was not having a heart attack and set wheels in motion which left me spinning into the arms of the medics,I am absolutely impressed by these people as I have never seen such professionalism,(overpaid footballers please note)I do feel guilty about wasting their time in view of the really poorly people in the ward but they gave me no choice,when I turned down tablets they informed me it was not open to discussion the usual female response, so I golloped them down like a true pensioner,and then they wired me up like a bowl of spaghetti,mostly the wanted to know where I got my tan and I inadvertantly lapsed into a bit of Ozzie with the consultant telling him"good on yer mate" when he told me it was muscular which seemed to make everybody go quiet,it seems these blokes are akin to gods,which luckily I don't believe in.
I think they told me to go home and take it easy and try to offload most of the things at home onto a more willing resident,though I may have been a little confused at the time in view of all the medication.
I managed to get home for the second half of the Inter Barca game (after Sheila avoided numerous ducks and pheasants strolling around in the roads like suicidal road kill) I had been looking forward to this game for over a week,I enjoyed what I saw being of course behind the Italian side which is a nonsense as you may know most of the players are not Italian much like our own football is not English.