How did you find Gerber? I've only seen him once but he kind of rubbed me up the wrong way when I saw him Maybe that's just 'cos I'm a demanding so and so

I can see how there's potential for him to make a nuisance of himself, not that he'll get the opportunity with me.

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Went to physio this morning for the last time and thanked Claire for fixing me knee and generally being a jolly good egg.

Had a lie down when I got home. It's been raining all day here and it's very damp. Lovely sinuses...

Reenie wrote:

All I need to do now is see if my GP will prescribe my smarties.

Woke up just in time to make it to the doctor's. Of course I had to wait half-an-hour when I got there, but it was worth it. I had the last appointment of the day so we weren't rushed.

My GP printed out copies of the reports that she'd received from the neurologist and the endocrinologist. I expected the neurologist's report to be a little fanciful and I wasn't disappointed - you'd think I was suicidally depressed from the way he's mangled the information I gave him. He's made some useful recommendations, but I think I'll have to write to him to have it rewritten as it presents a false picture of my circumstances.

The endo's report is much better, but why are they so interested in whether I can still achieve an erection and why should it be "surprising" that I might wish to pleasure myself on occasion? Don't endocrinologists do jollies?

I shall make it clear in future that there are things that will remain "behind the bedroom door" and knowledge of such will be by invitation only.

I told of the recent troubles with the Western Infirmary and yesterday's visit to the Sandyford.

Finally, she gave me a prescription for some more Dianette, my Beconase nasal spray and joy-of-joys, cyproterone acetate, the anti-androgen that I wanted.

It's been a class piece of wangling these last two days.

I'm feeling rather pleased with myself.

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One of the girls 'round the corner collared me on the way back from Sainsbury's. I guess she's about ten or so.

"You do look like a man. Sorry."

I had my driving license in my pocket, so I showed it to her and her younger sister. There was no arguing with that.

"I have a hormone problem", I explained.

The older one winced.

"Will you be having plastic surgery?"

"I'd rather not."

"Are you taking any pills?"

The inquiring mind was gathering momentum, so I told her just enough to satisfy her curiosity and explained that "some things are a little personal" and left it at that.

The younger one said that her mum had warned her about talking to strangers, so I said, "Quiet right, and you shouldn't ask strangers such questions as 'are you a man or a woman'. Some people can get quite upset."

They've been pleasant enough; I just hope they get it from their mum and dad.

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Herbie's been stringing too many victims from his favourite lamppost >>

Later, we saw a vivid rainbow >>

Herbie had a look in the tree but all he could find was a crock o'shite. He doesn't win them all.

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The power went at half past twelve and Bozric died on the spot. Harris carried on because he's a laptop. I switched him off anyway because he's not up to much without a network to play with.

I phoned ScottishPower and they said no juice until half past three, so I went for a walk in Calderglen (a nearby gorge) for a few hours. It pissed with rain and I was soaked to the bone by four o'clock.

Good job Somerset folk have webbed feet.

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Hi Reenie,

I was just reading your story about your two neighbour children who were asking about your identity ect (I think you handled them very well, btw). I hope you'll forgive me for making light of the situation, but I was just struck by the thought of those two girls as the little twin girls in League of Gentlemen. You know the ones I mean, they're evil and they seem to know entirely too much about the local adult's secrets. Just count yourself lucky you weren't being cross examined by those two! Well, it made me laugh...

Joel

I'm not familiar with the League of Gentleman, though I have heard of it. I'll watch out for it...

I see from my diary that I stopped smoking three years ago today.

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oh, yeah, and congrats on the smoke-free-versery. That's a huge accomplishment. I don't know if I could do it.

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I found an old Mensa test in an unopened envelope that I've had for a year or so. I thought I'd give it a go and see whether the grey stuff still works.

It's supposed to take 45 minutes so I did it in 27. Had to order another one.

Later, I put some clove oil on my tooth that's been aching. It subdued the pain so I wondered if it might work on my sinus pain. I diluted five drops in 10cc of water and loaded it in a syringe and squirted it up my hooter.

Not dilute enough. Clove oil is a lot stronger than chili...

Well, my trigeminal nerve lit up and went on fire and I could feel the heat all the way across the left side of my head. Don't try it at home, kids.

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Deep Heat is another to be wary of. I've known lads scratch their balls just after applying it...

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