<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><xml><records><record><source-app name="HighWire" version="7.x">Drupal-HighWire</source-app><ref-type name="Journal Article">17</ref-type><contributors><authors><author><style face="normal" font="default" size="100%">Jewell, David</style></author></authors><secondary-authors></secondary-authors></contributors><titles><title><style face="normal" font="default" size="100%">January Focus</style></title><secondary-title><style face="normal" font="default" size="100%">British Journal of General Practice</style></secondary-title></titles><dates><year><style  face="normal" font="default" size="100%">2007</style></year><pub-dates><date><style  face="normal" font="default" size="100%">2007-01-01 00:00:00</style></date></pub-dates></dates><pages><style  face="normal" font="default" size="100%">2-2</style></pages><volume><style face="normal" font="default" size="100%">57</style></volume><issue><style face="normal" font="default" size="100%">534</style></issue><abstract><style  face="normal" font="default" size="100%">Jenny kissed me when we metJumping from the chair she sat in;Time, you thief, who love to getSweets into your list, put that in:Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,Say that health and wealth have missed meSay I'm growing old, but add,Jenny kissed me.Leigh Hunt (1784–1859)Leigh Hunt was immortalised by Dickens as Harold Skimpole in Bleak House. The Jenny in the poem was Jenny Carlyle, who kissed him out of delight at seeing him recovered from illness. On page 80 Dougal Jeffries writes in homage to the value of touch as a diagnostic aid. As he points out, we all recognise it; it is second nature to experienced doctors, although I suspect it is, like other skills, something …</style></abstract></record></records></xml>