Lady Bracknell's Achilles' heel
Lady Bracknell feels it incumbent upon her to give her readers due warning that, should they ever be experiencing paratendonitis of their Achilles tendon, and should their osteopathic practitioner therefore be attempting to disperse the inflammation by pushing it upwards with his thumbs, the process will undoubtedly smart a bit.
It will smart so much, in fact, that they may find themselves uttering phrases such as, "You, sir, are no longer my friend!" and "Don't expect a Christmas box from Bracknell Towers this year!".
Fortunately, the osteopathic gentleman has grown accustomed over the years to the sort of threats which Lady Bracknell utters when the treatment is more than ordinarily painful. He knows that, although she speaks in earnest at the time, she has too much faith in him, and owes too much to his skills, ever to voluntarily remove her name from his list of patients.
It will smart so much, in fact, that they may find themselves uttering phrases such as, "You, sir, are no longer my friend!" and "Don't expect a Christmas box from Bracknell Towers this year!".
Fortunately, the osteopathic gentleman has grown accustomed over the years to the sort of threats which Lady Bracknell utters when the treatment is more than ordinarily painful. He knows that, although she speaks in earnest at the time, she has too much faith in him, and owes too much to his skills, ever to voluntarily remove her name from his list of patients.
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Lady Bracknell | Tuesday, October 17, 2006
2 Comments:
As a fellow sufferer with her ladyship, albeit I use a chiropractor rather than an osteopath, my medical man finds it advisable to invite me to sit on my hands at certain key points in the treatment.... I bow to her ladyship's reserve in resorting to verbal admonishment only and recognise this as being the gulf that divides the aristocracy from the oiks.
I think I must be an oik because if someone hurts me more than normal I quite like to hit them.
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