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When I was having radiotherapy nearly all the radiographers were men, young men, including the technicians,  and all the doctors were women.  This week I went for a mammogram and sure enough the person manipulating my boobs on the machine was a very young man, in fact 28 he told me.  At my age I don't care  who I am exposed to but it is interesting how the sexes have changed roles.  After the mammogram I saw the doctor and sure enough it was a woman.  When  I had cancer in 2002 all the people doing the radiotherapy sessions were women and all the doctors were men.  Progress at last in one section of our society, although I know a lot of women who would refuse to have a man, younger than their grandsons, pushing and pulling their breasts like sausage meat.

I have had mixed results in my tennis matches this week.  On Saturday I was roundly beaten by Sophie, managing only 3 games in my favour.  On Monday I was also losing when after the first set my opponent declared she was ill and threw up on the court.  As I wrapped her up in warm  clothes and gathered her things together I realised that I would have to clear up the mess.  Babies and kids can do anything and it doesn't bother me but clearing up an adult's sick is not my kind of thing.  Yesterday I faced the Amazon, a tall, athletic 35 year old whose forehand sent balls like bullets.  Somehow I managed to win the match.

So Boris Johnson thinks that when someone sends out an invitation to 100 people for drinks in the garden it is a work meeting and even after he spends 25 minutes drinking wine and chatting merrily with his colleagues, he still thinks it is a work meeting.  If that is the case I wish I hadn't retired.  I watched Prime Minister's question time and decided that one of the essentials required for someone to become the leader should be to have a decent hair cut.  I looked at Johnson's and came to the conclusion that his 2 year old had got hold of the scissors.  Sitting opposite was the labour leader with what looked like a ton of grease forcing his hair into an ancient style.  Come on you guys, we can take what you say with a pinch of salt but do you have to look so awful?

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