Squash

I had a Breast Screening this morning with some pretty retro technology in a prefab in a carpark. The X-rays were Analogue Film and the lady before me had to be re screened because the film cartridge jammed. The perspex head guard fell off when I brushed against it and I hit the portacabin changing room walls with my elbows a couple of times. A revamp is due next year when a digital system should arrive. I hope it's not designed by someone who thinks all women are configured like page 3 models with flat stomachs and enormous breasts. My belly, enhanced with padded baggage, protudes further than my 36 Bs and the current machine doesn't allow for that. So much pushing and pulling was required to get the objects of the scan squashed between the photo plates. The staff, of course, were wonderful.

Here's a photo of yesterday's champagne breakfast complete with new red stoma bag hiding pants. Thanks Valentine!