I don't like needles. I trace this back to an incident in boyhood when we took my baby sister to the clinic to have a jab and at the very last moment my mother sprang it on me that I was having one too. I have vivid memories of weeping bitterly and having to be dragged out from under a table.
She meant well.
This morning, while Ailz was getting seen to, I sat in the waiting room and read a couple of nearly-up-to-date women's magazines. I value these opportunities to mug up on celebrity culture. Today, for instance, I learned about Kerry Catona's cocaine habit and how she's fallen out with her mum and finally discovered just who this Lindsay Lohan character is.