I had a good laugh at the responses, nodding and saying 'I know' as I read them.
As for daily aches and pains Bev, had to see my doctor yesterday because of a nasty pain in my shoulder that seems to have got worse. I hate going to the doctor, they think they know everything, and treat your googling and self-diagnosis with suspicion. Fair dues on the Himalayan Mountain Fever (on the grounds that I haven't been to the Himalyas), but Lupus is a very real possibility. I wouldn't have gone, but it got to the stage where I couldn't wash my hair or do the funky chicken.
My mum used to have a love/hate relationship with her GP. She used to call him Dr. Shipman, but she would visit him at least 3 times a week. When I pointed out that she hadn't been for several days, she said 'I couldn't get along there, because I haven't been well'. I am sure it was a break for him.
Judy, your wedding and its planning sounds exciting - good for you! I don't think I could ever marry again, or even live with anyone, and I think the feeling is mutual. Single men, and married men come to that, tend to give me a wide berth. They assume because I am a certain age and single, I must be eyeing up their bods and their assets. I once watched a bloke with a broken leg and crutches say 'he preferred to stand', when the only seat available was next to me on a sofa. In fairnes, his wife was looking daggers at him, and I wanted to say, 'have you seen yourself? yer safe, honest'.
Annie, lol, I fear for you, but look forward to seeing you in the Alternate Olympics! You go Girlfriend! Where fellas were concerned, I could never stay passionate for more than two years, tops. After that, they used to get on me wick, and I used to working out ways in which to leave them, or murder them. My fav film at the time was the one about Ruth Ellis. I also used to play a lot of Country and Western love songs and drink a lot. Talking of which, hic
Ahhh Bree, you and your fella restore my faith in romance, but only a little bit, and like your goodself, I can't be bothered with all that 'hows yer father' anymore either, would rather have a nice box of choccies!