YEARGH

Yes, "yeargh". Not the cornish cheese, for that is spelt YARG and is rather yummy.

Yeargh. At the local council. At the landlord. At running out of painkillers at the weekend when even the chemists are closed. At doctors that don't answer their phones for ages. At doctors that ignore your appointment time and make you wait in a music-less waiting room on uncomfortable seats while your hips and hands and feet ache and throb and complain in their psoriatically arthritic way.

Yeargh.

Yeargh.

And then, bliss, the doctor prescribes stronger co-codomol. Mmm, codeine! No more beer for me, for a while!

Garoovy, as a somewhat worse for wear Denman might say. Who is Denman? Ah, there's the rub. For in that sleep called Dave, what tales might be waiting to be told. What sequels might be itching to be concocted. Lol.