Hospitals, shopping and angels

28 May 2012

Yet another Monday morning but today will likely be a busy day one way or t'ther.  Jan is due in hospital for an operation tomorrow.  But before that she already has an appointment for a scan on her back because she has started to lose height as her neck and upper back start to curl.  That is at 2.30 this afternoon.  Then at 5pm she is due back there to have a few bits and bobs done ready for the operation tomorrow.  Now here's something I hadn't heard of before; Jan goes to the Tenby day ward to be admitted - at 7.30am.  She is then taken from there to theatre; after her op she is then taken to another ward for the rest of her stay in the hospital.  This is all at the Hussy Hospital here in Dorktown. 

Today's News has another front page story about the place this morning.  The main entrance to the hospital is pretty dire to be honest.  There's just no character to it, no theme, no reason for what is there and why.  So to make things look even worse one of the rubbish bins by the main entrance is over flowing with rubbish - plastic and can drink containers, fag ends, fast food wrappers, more fag ends, odds and ends of papers and of course, even more fag ends!  Not a good impression is it!

While Jan is having her scan done I was due to stay in to wait for a phone call about when she is wanted for the bits that need doing ready for tomorrow.  But they have already called so I shall be off out not long after Jan goes out.  There won't be much going on in town today but I might a few new photos while I'm out.  I shall need a bit of shopping to for the next few days, fresh milk mostly.  I still have a lot to do between now and then and I'm snatching a few minutes to write this while I can. 

Today's photo then is this one ... 

No wonder we have such a problem in the UK.  At 64 I'm very over weight as well.  But this lass is double my size at least.  As it looks right now she not get to see 64!

Let's see what funny I can find ...

One particular Christmas, a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip. Alas, there were problems everywhere. Four of his elves got sick and the trainee elves just weren't producing the toys as fast as the regular ones. Poor Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule. Then Mrs. Clause announced that her mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress. Furthermore, when he began to load the sleigh, one of the boards cracked, and the toy bag fell to the ground scattering the toys everywhere.
Frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hidden the liquour and there was nothing to drink.
In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang and irritable Santa trudged to the door. He opened the door and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.
The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to 'stick it' ?"

..... And thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.