BACK INACTION
I went to the doctor with a back pain. Wait, that sounds like the doctor had a bad back. Hang on...I had a pain in my back so I went to the doctor. That's better. Carry on. Having waited the customary 6 hours in the waiting room (well it IS called the waiting room), I was led into the smaller waiting room, where I spent another 3 hours reading old copies of Good Housekeeping and fiddling with the little instruments in the glass jars. I had just nodded off and was dreaming that a large trout in a tutu danced into the room, slapped me upside the head with an old sock and called me Dolores, when the doctor sailed majestically into the room, looking immaculate in a starched white uniform, and asked what ailed me. I would have thought the fact that I was bent over like Quasimodo would have given her a clue, but I decided to humour her. After explaining that my back was stiff and sore, and ramming the message home by making all kinds of painful sounds, the docto...