The good thing about spending ten hours heaving the mother-in-law's furniture halfway across Brighton, is that it gives you the chance to meet diabetics. I'd only known Lisa's cousin for about half an hour this morning, when he looked at me from the other side of a heavy wardrobe and asked what I do for a living. He'd obviously worked out from the way I was holding the thing that I don't do removals. So I told him I'm a retinal screener. At which point he informed me that he has diabetes. I naturally asked him when he last went for retinopathy screening, and he replied that he's never turned up for an appointment.

I was going to point out the foolishness of his actions, but by the time I'd put down the wardrobe and gathered my thoughts, he'd gone to ask Lisa's Mum for a Kit-Kat.

I'll be adding that to his patient records in the morning.