A funny old day today. I went to work, spraying at seven this morning and then the wind got up which stopped play. We don't want to be poisoning half of Bedfordshire, Northamptonshire and Buckinghamshire do we? Oh, I don't know! Perhaps that senario has some merit. Ralph clueless relations could do with a bit of a humane cull me thinks. Although he is a purebred Yorkshire man from Donny, most of his family seem to have drifted down this way over the years.
I trundled over to the sick bay around lunchtime to see if he was eating, or at least trying to, I opened his door to find eleven people in his room! The poor sod looked absolutely exhausted and really pissed off. I asked him how he was feeling? "Fed up with bloody spectators, I want to rest" was his weak reply. Nobody took any notice but carried on about young Agnes's latest additon to the tribe and Aunt Bertha's hysterectomy or somesuch. Of course this was the cue for 'big mouth here to ask them all to leave and be completely ignored.
In walks his five foot nothing McMillan nurse. "Everybody out now and in futer no more that two visitors in this room please and for no more than five minutes or unless specifically to stay buy Mr Turner. Do you all understand?" Yes, nurse of course nurse, three bags full nurse. Everybody traipsed off as quiet as mice.
Funny old day as I say. Me 6ft 4in and 17 stone gets completely ignored. Nurse Fay five ft nuffink and weighing in at about one pound six onces..... Result.
Don't you just LOVE it?
As for all the prayers and best wishes for Ralph. I showed him your comments this evening. He says to say "Thank you"
