13 January
We have had
to call the RAC out to Jan's car. We noticed this morning that it had a flat
tyre and we can't stand or sit to get it changed, hence the RAC. Happily if we
need to go anywhere we still have my car to hand so that we won't be stuck in
waiting for them to turn up. Jan is off to the post office and once the tyre is
done she will get the flat one round to Quick Fit to be sorted out.
Dorktown will
be on national telly on Wednesday, part of Michael Portillo's Great British Railway Journeys series.
Apparently he was filmed in the library talking to some of The Hussy
enthusiasts we have in Dorktown. What great claims to fame the town has ... a
hussy and gay comedian! So bloody sad.
The Hussy Hospital
is having to apply for planning permission to make alterations to the Katrina
Ward, once the children's ward up there. They moved all long term children's care
to the Walsgrave and only kept a small assessment unit. OK, that's fine but I
am surprised that planning permission has to be sort for internal alterations.
I do understand the need if they were to build a new unit increasing the size
of the site, but not for internal work surely? Anyway, the request is now in
the hands of the planners.
A questions
has cropped up about blood donation; Jan had a letter last Saturday asking her
to attend a donor session but she has been told not to give blood, just as I
have. In my case it's because I'm on beta-blockers and other cardiac medication
and is therefore understandable. But in Jan's case it's because she was given
three units of blood during her operation 18 months ago. So then, the questions
is, what is wrong with the blood she was given that now bars her from giving
blood now? I wonder if we will ever get a real answer to that?
Today's photo
is from our day out on Saturday. On the way back along the A45 we saw this ...
And I took several shots but this one is the best I think.
Funny time,
from the Sage ...
A Policeman was rushed to the hospital with a badly
inflamed appendix. The Doctors quickly operated and advised him that all was
well; however, the Policeman had an awfully strange feeling around his pubic
region. Too embarrassed to ask and worried that he may have had further surgery
that the Doctors had yet to tell him about - he finally got enough energy to
pull his hospital gown up enough so that he could look at what was making him
so uncomfortable. As he sat up he was shocked to discover - taped firmly across
his pubic hair and private parts - three very wide strips of very adhesive
tape; the kind that doesn't come off easily... if at all! Written on the tape
in large black letters were the words; "Get well soon! Love, the Nurse in
the Land Rover you booked for speeding last week
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