I’d been to see my doctor about a couple of things and was filling QEII in on the deets.
“He sounds like a great doctor,” she said.
“He is. He’s a lovely man.”
“How old is he?”
“I dunno. Early-forties I suppose.”
“Oooh, is he single?”
“Ew, no! He’s married and he’s got kids. Although he did mention that his wife has a ‘serious illness’.”
“There you go - you go to the funeral, you pick up!”
“No way! Don’t forget, this is the guy who asked me to strip down to my bra and…”
(Together, screaming) “Panties!!!”