Thursday 3rd December 1992 Morning surgery 10:50
Maldwyn Morgan finished talking and took a deep breath. He looked worriedly at us. My Dad drummed his fingers on the arm of his desk as he thought.
“Listen, Maldwyn, the only way that I can explain all these symptoms is to suggest that you have developed three completely different illnesses at exactly the same time. Even then, I cannot account for your throbbing arm or the line of itchy spots on your left leg.”