I'd hate to have somebody sitting at my bedside for 8 hrs. How are you going to find time to eat your grapes, watch your little telly in peace, get stuck into a good book and snooze when you feel like it. The catchphrase in my family is, 'Don't let me keep you.' 
Does anyone have a middle name?
Halal and Kosher meat should labelling be mandatory?
What "back then" inconvenience would annoy today's youngsters?



