You know you've reached that age when you start getting letters: your smear test is due; your eye test is due; your kennel cough is ... oh, sorry, that's George.
Had my smear test this morning. It was remarkably unremarkable except for the fact that, as I'm lying there knees akimbo, the nurse says, 'Now give me a nice big cough.'
Excuse me? Isn't that what men do?