no faults found , so it was back into the ambulance ( apparently i was renting it by the hour ) and over to the royal marsden , where they quickly confirmed that i was not riddled with cancer , so it was back into my home from home/ambulance , and i was half way to the lister hospital before some eagle eyed paramedic noticed that i was not a female , so their world famous gynaecology department was probably not going to pronounce me pregnant , and then the driver had a brain-wave , perhaps it was all in my mind , lets take him to the loony bin , sorry the bethlem royal hospital , where i lay in a catatonic stupor for a week , until tests proved conclusively that i was intrinsic , in other words they didnt know what had caused my fuse to blow , but did i give a jot no , in fact i didnt know what a jot was or a give or a but or anything else for that matter .