Please don’t notice my bikini line, please don’t notice my bikini line, please don’t notice my bikini line, I chanted to myself as I lay there, knickers off and legs akimbo.
Yup, that time of year again (although I somehow managed to drag it out an extra 12 months) – the Dreaded Pap Smear!
I just love how doctors chat away to you, right after they’ve rammed a massive plastic thing up your whatsit – like everything is normal. Oh, and the “just relax” bit, mmm that’s my favourite.
My doctor was in a fabulous mood this morning! Chatting way, asking questions about what I’ve been up to, did her thing, moved onto the
