Oh dear, I hadn't realised that 'bulging' disc in Holland is basically a 'slipped' disc. No wonder my back hurts like hell. Going to the physio was excruciating. My back had suddenly got a lot worse when I arrived. Dutch sorted a physio and off we go. We arrive, he asks if I would prefer him to come in with me to translate, I don't care, I just want to pain to stop.
Take off your clothes says the very young physio (no curtains in Dutchland, oh no) and Dutch who has not yet seen anything of me, gets introduced to more than he was expecting. This is not what I'd planned especially under bright lights. I'm also wearing a flesh coloured bra (cringe) so I keep my tshirt on. I'm on a mission, so I don't have any knickers with me that provide the comprehensive cover required for this. Unfortunately, the tshirt and tiny knickers combo gave an unnervingly undressed look. Mr Physio started with "bend over and try to touch your toesh". Dutch is sitting down and gets an eyeful of my ample, barely covered arse. Worse, I am wearing thin dark cotton fabric and due to lots of snogging in the car park I realise I'm somewhat moist of gusset exposed. Dutch and random physio man, just look what my clever fanjo can do! The afternoon was rounded off nicely by a discussion on painkilling suppositories in front of the locals in the pharmacy 
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Snape that's so lovely, blissfully happy is as good as it gets 