I'm back now, sporting a rather fetching plaster on my arm and a black eye. Where have I been? No I haven't been to the local Synagogue with a basket of pork pies (I'm not doing that again after the last time) but I have just been to the doctor's for a blood test.
My Doctors surgery is really modern. When I went in I was waiting a few minutes for a receptionist to sign me in when I saw a trendy new computer screen. It was the new computerised signing in device. All I had to do was type in my birthday and It registered me present for my appointment. How cool (unless you happen to be a receptionist now out of a job because of it)
Anyway the nurse got me in for the blood test- that explains the plaster on my arm!
She said "You may feel a small prick"
I replied "Do you wanna feel a small prick?"
.... and that explains the black eye!
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PS- in case anyone didnt realise, the bit about the black eye wasn't true
