No comeback yet, BB - but I haven't seen him since then, and he probably didn't know I was doing the examination anyway. I shall leave it on a "need-to-know" file - if he accuses me of trousering the cheque myself (which I don't think he'd dare to do) I shall wave it at him. If not, silent revenge is just as satisfying as the clothes-shredding variety.
I don't know what your old GP looks like, Cath, but Lay-Zee-Boy is only 40, likes to think he looks and acts about 25 (wears sideburns because Liam from Oasis has them and tries to hang out with the medical students), but actually looks like a discontented and undernourished 40-year-old. Thing is, under that burnt-out exterior there's a very competent doctor and I'd love to have him back to the way he was 8 years ago! But he won't accept that he has a problem. Oh, no! It's everyone else that's crap.
Suppose I'd better do some work too, or goodness only knows what name Fizgog will have for me.
