Handbags   (The sad, the bad and the ugly. Non-productive stuff here.)

I didn’t feel right, so I phoned a specialist in Liverpool. I didn’t need to see a doctor, I bypassed the referral by writing my own letter in a lovely purple crayon, which proper fooled the Specialist. I was convinced I knew what was wrong with me, I thought I was BALD. I told the DHSS who gave me a free car and a cap because it was costing me huge sums of money to go to Liverpool every day on the train sometimes up to £7.50! It wasn’t MY FREE CAR and CAP though, it was someone elses.
Anyway, I wrongly diagnosed myself and when I looked, my hair was there all the time!
I kept the car and the cap because they ARE NOT MY FREE CAR AND FREE CAP!
But I am ok now, with SOMEONE ELSE'S cap on.