She only went out to get a Lemsip. She was fine, just a bit of a cold. The second round of radiotherapy was done and it had been a success. She was nipping to the chemist before it shut, did I want anything? She had some Lemsip blackcurrant in, but she preferred the lemon flavour. She tripped on the step outside the shop and skinned her knee. She went back in and asked for a plaster from the pharmacist, who maybe sensed a claim on the horizon, so he insisted on getting an ambulance to check her over. Ludicrous. She had a graze!
What the fuck is this british bufoonary
