Jan's hospital, Clinique Kennedy, built in the 70's, is in need of a refit. It reminds you not so much of a clinic but more of a Maximum Security Twilight Home. The electric fence around the perimeter adds nothing to its appeal, except when the inmates empty their bedpans from the balcony and it provides a wonderful firework display. People come from miles around. Talking of bedpans, they were using the new, unpatented, heat seeking ones when I visited and I pointed out to Jan that she was sitting on a fortune. Jan didn't like the hospital one bit and was trying to tunnel out, which would have been a good idea, if she hadn't been on the second floor! (OK, that's enough of the jokes - Ed.)
Anyway, after the op Jan was a bit groggy and it was difficult to get a sensible conversation out of her. She kept drifting off to sleep as I talked to her, so not much has changed really. Hopefully she will come out tomorrow because I have now had pasta two nights in a row!
Anyway, after the op Jan was a bit groggy and it was difficult to get a sensible conversation out of her. She kept drifting off to sleep as I talked to her, so not much has changed really. Hopefully she will come out tomorrow because I have now had pasta two nights in a row!
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