Indeed he is!
Some pics to keep you amused . . . (latest first etc.)
Check out the sexy waistcoat . . .
Also, have had some aggro wiv the horsepickle last night like:
Tried to settle about 10. They'd brought an old bloke back next to me and he seemed in a bad way with multi-way high (sound) level discussions being held constantly at his bedside.
Also, all remaining nursing staff (from the sound of it from right across the hospital) decided to have a "who can make the most noise" contest at the nurses' station just outside the room.
Then the other old coot opposite was brought in! He was a new one. At first I thought he was going to be quiet - then the coughing started! Sounded like the mating call of a giant bull seal! Then silence for a bit - then more coughing!
Then Peter (the bloke on my left - pleasant enough but turned out to be a God bothere) started. Cough, cough, fart, cough, snore, sleep-talk, snore, talk, cough, cough, snore, fart, cough, snore, talk, talk and so on . . .
Anyway upshot was, I went walk about to try and find somewhere, anywhere, where I might be able to kip in peace! Problem was, everywhere with seats was locked up!
Ended up sat on a stool up the corridor from the nurses' station (where I was eyeing up a spare bed . . .)
Couple of staff said "Are you OK?"
"Not really" I replied, explaining that a 50's TB ward probably wasn't THE best place to be recovering from major heart surgery - that added to the fact that I had only had about 5 hours sleep over the last three nights!
I asked if I could bed down on the spare bed. (Also tried subtle approach of pointing out that if I got dressed and walked out there wasn't a lot they could do . . .)
She went off saying she would consult "Sister" . . .
Came back some minutes later to announce that they were moving me.
They moved me to the next room where I climbed into bed at 11:45. I prompltly fell asleep in the blissful peace! Slept through till they came for BP etc. 5 mins ago (just after 7:00).
What luxury! Now all I need is to escape! I will make a cunning plan . . .
