Just a small post script to the previous blog. My dad was sent out to buy My Weekly and shuffled around in the newsagents waiting until the coast was clear etc. He then met everyone he knew on the way home and had to explain exactly why he was carrying a ladies' magazine so furtively under his arm. "Of course your daughter's in it, Keith" they chuckled, knowing it was really a ruse to sneak a look to see if his letter to Embarrassing Medical Problems had been answered.
However, when he got home, it was realised that he'd bought the one-off Well-Being Issue and so had to trawl back down and repeat the exercise!
Hey Dad - Ha Ha!