Having got myself to Hammersmith hospital…
For a skin cancer check up… they said they wanted to see my legs ( as I’d shown them a photo G had taken of a mole’y thing on the back of my left thigh.
Well obviously that’s just about the most impossible place to check then… when I’m sat in a wheelchair.
So to my surprise they summon a few nurses and a hoist… and eventually get me onto an examination couch.
Well I always have trousers on with thermal long johns underneath… and that’s it.
So the examination of the back of my leg means I’m completely bollock naked on a couch, with a roomful of mostly female onlookers..
Note to self then… ermmm think about the inherent risks of not wearing underpants.
You just never know when it might be appropriate.