An anecdote from my past Patients sometimes arrive at their appointment bearing something they have brought for the GP. A woman once deposited a jobbie on the corner of my desk. I was a young GP, and could still be shocked. It was keeking at me round the edges of a Heinz Sandwich Spread label, threatening. Gnarled, knobbly, and the colour of hazlenuts, it had expanded to press against the inside of the glass jar and metal lid. There was no smell, at least. Such samples were
