The crowded Atlas pub, where I got a personal call from a doctor. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
Our wine tasting's Champagne then grub
Next Christmas party - via pub
My doctor calls me! I must have forgotten!
Body and mind must be going rotten
All doctors ask, 'How much are you drinking?'
Four drink rounds, what were they, and I, thinking!
Can't hear his questions, makes no sense
Noise, shout, about incontinence?
Now, on to gynaecology
Nobody shares, nobody cares
Pub's just the place for privacy
Drunk strangers, a doctor and me!
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