I tuned back into Radio 4 last week and remembered why I had tuned out in the first place. I get too involved. I have to stop what I am doing and concentrate on what is being said. Shouting at the radio is an entirely futile exercise but that doesn't stop me doing it.
So this morning, I decided to clear out the kitchen cupboards whilst listening to Melvyn Bragg on Voltaire and then gently idled my way through "The Man within my head" and girded my loins for Woman's Hour. Why were my loins firmly encased in Kevlar? The advertised format started with this.
Healthy Body Weight & Eating
Usually this sort of thing makes me grind away another layer of enamel and clench parts of me that have long been heading in a downwards direction.
What a delightful, sensible, knowledgeable woman Catherine Collins turned out to be. She said such eminently sensible things (ie things that I agree with) and her take on BMI was so in tune with mine, I had to immediately Google her to check that she was not a long lost cousin. I now have to find a way to contact her and see if we can work together on dispelling the whole "BMI as a measure of health" nonsense so prevalent within the NHS.