Many years ago, after my old dad had had his first heart attack, the young consultant in the hospital asked him if he did any regular exercise. "I play tennis" was his reply (which wasn't strictly true - I don't think he'd played any tennis for 10 years or more). "Oh, good, that's excellent, keep it up" was the consultant's response. A couple of weeks later he went to see his GP, an old Irish guy of the old school, who asked him a similar question. Wanting to be a bit more truthful, the reply this time was "I play bowls". The old doctor sucked his teeth, shook his head ruefully, and said "Oh, no, you'll have to stop that."Originally Posted by Mossdog
What's the moral of this story? You have a choice, perhaps - 'don't tell the truth' or 'times change but not everyone keeps up with the changes'.
