This week I am incandescent with rage!!!!! After a lengthy battle with carbohydrates... I lost and gave in to great door stops of crusty fresh bread laden with butter so deep you I could see my teeth marks in it, wrapped around big fat greasy chips. How come it takes three weeks to lose three poxy pounds and three minutes to put them back on with interest. That is a regular event in the life of my troubled waistline and was not the reason for my rage, oh no, my GP was the reason for my incandescence! I visited the doctor with a number of niggely little ailments I have been noting recently and took the opportunity during my week off to discuss them with the nice lady doctor. The nice lady doctor turned out to be not quite so nice. I don't know if doctors are allowed to be mean to their patients but whatever it was it provoked a vicious verbal attack ... she told me, and I qoute "these things happen to A WOMAN OF YOUR AGE" I could not believe that someone in a caring profession could be so cruel but she went on "...at YOUR TIME OF LIFE." I was there for a long time while she wittered on about "bla, bla, bla menopause, bla, bla thyroid, bla, bla change of life, bla, weight gain bla, bla, bla bla..." Anyway she clearly needs striking off and I shall be telling the General Medical Council as much... as soon as she has fixed all my little ailments! Anyway it's a good job my sister came to visit she cheered me right up by telling me I didn't have the 1665 look yet (apparently thats where you look 16 from the back but nearer 65 from the front), she's so reasuring my sister!!