Out for lunch with DD2 and her daughters aged 7 and 5.
7 year old: I need the loo.
DD: Come on then we'll all go.
Inside the toilets
5 year old: I've finished.
7 year old inside a cubicle: I can't go.
DD: Well, try a bit more.
5 year old: It's ok, I just heard a plop.
7 year old: Well, that wasn't me.
Disembodied older person's voice: That was me!
Alison Hammond waxwork. Is it a joke?
To go through chemo therapy or choose not to?