Nana's check up

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My 85-year-old grandmother came to stay with me for a while. One day, I told her, “Nana, I’m going out this morning, I have a doctor’s appointment.”

“Oh, I think I’ll come with you, dear,” she replied.

“Er, I’m going to see the gynaecologist,” I said.

“Oh, that’s okay, I haven’t seen one in many years; may as well get myself checked out.”

“Okay,” I said, “I’ll phone to see if they can fit you in.”

They could, so Nana and I set off for our appointments. Afterward, when we got back into the
car to, I asked Nana how she got on.”

“Well,” she replied, “The doctor said everything was fine, but I’m puzzled. When he examined me, he raised one eyebrow and said “fancy!” Now why would he say that?”

As we drove to the coffee shop, I questioned Nana as to why the gynaecologist would react that way.

“Maybe it’s the feminine spray I found in your bathroom under the sink,” she said.

“But Nana,” I replied horrified, “I don’t use feminine spray.”

Nana gave me a quizzical look. “Then what’s that stuff I used?”

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed, “It must be the silver glitter spray for crafts I keep there – that’s why he said “fancy!”

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