Now that wobbly thing happens, to show that the scene is changing.
Fast forward to Medieval England.
Mr. Peasant: Right, wife, I'm off out to tend to the masters pigs and dig some turnips.
Mrs Peasant: As you've finished with my body, I will fasten my corsets and set about strewing some fresh straw and reeds about the place, as we wouldn't want young Josiah and Mary to pick up any germs, whatever they might be. I trust you will be bringing home some milk for them, straight from the cow?
Mr Peasant: Of course I will, as Lois Pastuer hasn't been born yet, and no doubt you will be grinding the wheat to make bread in a non washed let alone Dettol wiped bowl? Let's just hope we live long enough to procreate, so perhaps you'd better loosen you corsets again, just to make sure.
Hysteroscopy using spinal block/epidural
By special request, let’s discuss our favourite Classic Music and why?




