Threat of a broken hip is a bitter, ageist pill for the mature woman

I may not be transparent and accountable, but I am compliant.

I am so compliant, you wouldn’t believe. I get up early on Saturday, when you’re still in the scratcher, in order to stand upright for half an hour.

This regimen is courtesy of Dr A, my GP, the one with the eyelashes. Generally, Dr A is a sweetheart. She can turn nasty in a second though, as she did recently with me. One minute she was looking in a neutral way at her computer. The next I was getting the full outrage treatment.