Thursday 27th February 1992   Morning surgery 10:20

“Why is everyone’s blood pressure 132/74 this morning, Dr Dennis?”
“Mmm . . .” my Dad said thoughtfully, his face turning red. He coughed and cleared his throat.
“I suppose that’s just the way it is, Dilys. It’s what we call a medical coincidence.”

A medical coincidence.
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