I'm about to scoot off to do the ironing for my pal. I couldn't resist popping my head round the door of our kitchen to see what you lot have been up to. I'm so glad that I did. I know that I shouldn't be laughing about the subject that is under discussion...but I am. When I was in one of the Glasgow hospitals, the sewage treatment wotsit was nearby. The pong in the ward made us all feel nauseous. and mealtimes were over and done with in record breaking time. I begged to be allowed home two days after hip replacement surgery. The tasks that I had to perform in order to be released were tough...funny how one manages to climb two flights of stairs (lift to bathroom out of order) and prove that getting into the bath was a doddle. Having passed the test, I was told that there wasn't a flight to Campbeltown until after the weekend. I said...okay, I'll travel home in the car. I was told...you must have certain aids in place at home before you leave. I was invited to use the ward desk phone to get such matters organised. I rang a pal in the village who was a community nurse. She travelled to the surgery to pick up the raised seat for the lavatory etc. Anyway, by the close of that same day I was home. And all because the ward was too close to the sewage treatment facility.
Back later...take good care of each other. 
Daughter not allowed to know new baby’s name until she visits him
Burnham to tell schools in England to adapt teaching to local business needs- what do you think?




Galen.........

