For the last couple of months, I've been receiving fortnightly physiotherapy for what can only be described as a groinular injury. I won't go into details, but, suffice to say, I'm seen as something of a conundrum by the physiotherapeutic profession. I've had them pretty baffled.
This morning, my usual physiotherapist sought the second opinion of a colleague who specialises in something I don't claim to understand which seems to involve prodding people. I'm evidently on a bit of a roll this week, because the second physio turned out to be a rather attractive young woman. I promise you I'm not making this up.
So I'm lying there on this couch in just my shorts, thinking of England, with this new physio prodding around down below…
"Could you just relax your muscles, please, Richard?"
"Sure."
"Nice and relaxed… No, that's not it, you're all tense, Richard… Just breathe out slowly and try to relax… No, you're still tense… Do you find it difficult to relax your muscles, Richard?
"I do when you're doing that!"
