At the age of 59 I thought it was time to get my body thoroughly examined. So last week I trotted off to a health clinic in west London. Not surprisingly, I got a mixed report. Mostly As and Bs, a couple of Ds, and several must-try-harders.
The health check consisted of an hour with a man in green hospital scrubs, who I think was a nurse, followed by an hour with a female doctor.
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