Border Control

 

Last weekend I went to Berlin. As it was just for a few days I just had hand-luggage. Of course out of the three of us travelling together, it had to be my case that was singled out for inspection.

I watched the officer sweep over it with some device, open it up to sweep around the inside of it and then place the device into a nearby machine. Now I'e seen enough Border Control programmes to know that they were looking for any traces of drugs. I always think that  I'm going to found guilty even when I know that I've done absolutely nothing wrong.

Suddenly I had a moment of sheer panic.

"What if my HRT patches set off the alarm bells on that machine?"

A wave of panic swept over me, not very different to a hot flush that the patches are meant to control.

My case was closed up and I was sent on my merry little way. Phew!