Friday 14th August 1992 At home 21:20
My Dad thinks he’s funny. His dream job would be writing the jokes for Christmas crackers. Thank God he’s a doctor!
For 5 years, he’s been haranguing me to include a couple of his ‘medical jokes’ in my case book. Well, he’s eventually worn me down and I’ve given in. I am hoping that you won’t notice them but, if you do, I’d like to apologise in advance.