Children tend to be highly tuned into adult sensitivities, particularly those of their parents. This was proved when, in the rare occasions I started to browse books in the main bookcase at home, I moved to the extreme left-hand end of the second shelf. Like a game of "hotter-colder" I tried to work out which was the forbidden book. Then bulls eye - it was the A-Z of Home Medicine. Subsequent unaccompanied visits revealed images of women - breastfeeding (even with nursing bras the images contained a certain appeal).
Faining innocence I asked my mother why the book was 'restricted' (must have been aged eight at the time). It was not the breastfeeding section that caused the sensitivity but the fear that my mother thought I would think I had every disease in the book were I to read the symptoms. Exactly that problem has now occurred. My electronic blood pressure/heart rate monitoring gadgets have arrived today(Friday). Their displays confirming the sorry state of my carcass.
My lipstick camera is a sore disappointment. Example video.
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