Today my apple was my GP called Doctor Twapple. His hobbies included losing my medical history, failing to diagnose correctly what is wrong with me and getting me out of his office as fast as possible whilst showing as little care as possible. His last words were, “Can you go now, I want to check my facebook.” He tasted like tax money that would have been better spent on a website that says, “We don’t know what is wrong with you and frankly, we don’t give a toss.”

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