I don't like seeing the gynaecologist. But worse things happen (weak smile). At the moment I'm tickling my cat's tummy, sipping herbal tea, and considering whether pote (the fur on an animal's paw) is valuable reintroduction to everyday language. It's not been in regular use since the 17th century, but it's in the OED (albeit Obs.) and it is rather a lovely word. There. I'm stroking my cat on the pote. He's purring. And the world needs more good words.
Also, we went to see dinosaurs at the weekend. In Birmingham.