The Danes’ sense of humour is typically quite black, satirical and self deprecating. They also often don’t have the same sensibilities and restraints about swearing when speaking English. Combine these two with a trip to the doctor and it can be quite entertaining.

When I visited a year or so ago to have my ears looked at, I was greeted with “F#CK! I am thinking your brain is falling out” as I lay on the examination table. Today while having a small blood blister removed from my arm, he pretended my entire limb had to be amputated for several minutes before telling me to brace myself as “these things bleed like sh#t”.

It’s actually quite charming hearing a qualified practitioner in his 60’s mumble his literal Danish translations in broken English. I was prepared this time and played along with his quaint ways, thankful that he overlooked my lack of Danish fluency with a little humour.

Still, as fun as trips to the doctor can be, I’m not sure I’d want him giving me news of a terminal illness.