Ambulance chasers

EARLIER this year, I was whisked by ambulance to hospital. I went through a number of tests on my heart and the medical attention I received was excellent.

A month later, I had a heart monitor fitted for 24 hours. That was six weeks ago and I am still waiting for the results.

So when an official looking envelope arrived, I thought: ‘This is it!’

I tore open the letter — to find it was from a firm of undertakers advertising their competitive rates.

My pals at the golf club thought it was hilarious and I must admit, it made me chuckle. But it might have been a different matter for someone with anxiety or a pensioner living alone.

How do these companies get hold of our names and addresses so they can put the fear of the Lord into us?

Name and address supplied. I REALISED I must be getting older when in one postal delivery I received adverts for mobility aids, hearing aids, a bath lift, stairlift, home care, incontinence pants, equity release and a funeral plan.

But the one that got to me was The Gorilla Organisation. I really must get my hair cut and stop stooping . . .

MIKe MAIN, South Hykeham, Lincs.