Today I went to my local hospital for a chest X-ray. This is the first of several tests and checks I'll be having over the next week following on from my funny turn last week.
While the process of having the X-ray was the same as usual I realised later that the technician had failed to ask me The Question.
Is there any chance you might be pregnant?
It wasn't asked.
Now, there are two things that spring to mind. Either, the technician could sense my prolonged state of celibacy and knew it wasn't possible, or she thought I was past childbearing age.
This puts paid to my hope that in a good light, and with the wind in the right direction I could pass for a few years younger than 48. Clearly, I am deluding myself.
I'm just going to sob into my tea.