Plastic surgery

I can well remember the first time I was offered plastic surgery. I must have been about 8. She was about 10. We were both precocious, but I suspect that she was more likely to follow a medical career than I.

‘Do you want this chair in your face?’ she said. ‘Do you want plastic surgery?’

‘What’s that?’ I was innocent.

‘I can stick this chair through your head and smash your brains! Or between your legs, do you want that?’

She’s probably a GP by now.

The second time it was suggested that I have plastic surgery was about a decade later. (I escaped the chair incident mostly unscathed). A fellow student suggested it would ‘help’.

A third offering should be due.

And so the memory-machine churns and turns.

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