Diving once more into the order-emerging-from-chaos that is our garage (after i started to re-organise everything and before the boiler blew up, flooding the place and necessitating that all the neatly arranged piles of junk be “temporarily” redistributed elsewhere), i find an urgent missive from the hospital.
OMG! Dire warnings of the consequences if it is ignored…as it was.
Yep. From a decade or so back, a suggestion that someone return to their local clinic for a post-vasectomy sperm count.
Hmmm. I rather think events have overtaken that one.