Being out of touch

It's not only David Cameron and his posh friends who are out of touch with normal beings.  On Friday I went to see one of the doctors (not my favourite one, though) at our surgery.  We are very lucky - if we don't specify a doctor, we can see somebody the same day.  I have a painful lung and have had pneumonia before, so thought I should have it checked.  He said what I expected, take anti-biotics and come back in a week's time if it's still painful.  This was perfectly satisfactory, but, when listening to my chest, he asked why I was wearing so many layers of clothes.  I had to explain that old people who use public transport have to wait at bus stops and they get cold if they don't wear enough clothes.  Mostly they have learnt this.  Anyone shivering at a bus stop is usually someone too young to own a vest.  Is  it not sensible for an old woman with a dodgy chest to wear plenty of clothes on a cold May morning?  David Cameron is one thing, a doctor is another.