I feel like bloody crying, it has taken me a year to screw up the courage to go to the doctor and be examined about this bulge in my vagina, and now I am told they won't do anything because I am under thirty.
So forgive me my bitterness that Goerge bloody Best got a new liver to pickle, but nobody will sew my fanny up in case I irresponsably have another baby.
Not that I will ever dare let a man look at my fanny again, so that's a moot point really.
In fact, scratch the feel like, I am fucking crying.