Julie was due for an appointment with the gynaecologist later in the week. Early one morning, she received a call from the doctor's office to tell her that she had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. She had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am.. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so she didn't have any time to spare. As most women do, Julie liked to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time she wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So, she rushed upstairs, threw off her pyjamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the basin, and gave herself a quick wash in 'that area' to make sure she was at least presentable. She threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to her appointment. She was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when she was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, she hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that she was in Paris or some other place a million miles away.. she was a little surprised when the doctor said, 'My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?' Julie didn't respond. After the appointment, she heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal ... Some shopping, cleaning, cooking. After school when her 6-year-old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, 'Mummy, where's my washcloth?' Julie told her to get another one from the cupboard. She replied, 'No, I need the one that was here by the basin, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.' Julie is never going back to that doctor.