I have paid many visits recently to the local hospital. Luckily not for me, but for other members of the family that have needed poking and prodding (no naming of names or tales of poking and prodding will be told here). I must say I find the fast pace and excitement of the A & E department most thrilling.  

   Who’d have thought a sick bowl could be worn in so many ways? I am like comedy dynamite in an accident and emergency situation.

I have only experienced minor medical troubles myself of late. The kind that I don’t like to talk about in public places. The kind that have seen an introduction of prunes to my morning porridge. Mother has also tried introducing cooled boiled water in a beaker to aid my troubles, the spout is always met with pursed lips and an angry expression. It’s not for me.