Who knew a new knee.

After being recommended Edinburgh uni physio I booked an appointment and trotted (limped) along hoping to get a bit more in depth analysis and all round treatment than the nhs can provide on its stretched resources. An awkward moment was waffled through as my nhs physio appeared round the corner with my form to do my consultation. Ho hum. Only me would this happen to.
Up north to visit the bionic dad and mam who between them have enough new hinge and ball n socket joints to build a swing bridge over the forth.
As a posse we've had our fair share out of the nhs it must be said.