As I enter the ward and say goodbye to me ma I try to settle down by oh I dunno texting everyone I know. Including those in Australia. A discussion is in progress between my companions for the night discussing the amount of food they have been given at dinner. I can see the remnants it looks well nice - free fish and chips. Fatty scouse in the corner is not happy. She has had her soup, fish and chips, jelly and ice cream and is still not happy. "The menu yesterday said there would be cheese and crackers; you know when you just fancy something... some cheese and crackers!!". UGH! How can one place be such a living stereotype! No beds and now a fat person moaning because she did not get the advertised four courses of free food instead of the provided three. Wench. Try to settle my textual arguments / flirtations / banters and go to bed.
Midnight. Groaning. Fatty scouse in the corner. More groaning. Alarm bell. Nurses come, cleans bed. Go.
1.30am. Groaning. Fatty scouse in the corner. More groaning. Alarm bell. Nurses come, cleans bed. Go.
3.30am. Groaning. Fatty scouse in the corner. More groaning. Alarm bell. Nurses come, cleans bed. Go. Fatty now decides the time is ripe to call her husband to inform him of what is happening. Everyone else is seemingly oblivious and asleep. HOW?! Seems to have ended. So glad there were no cheese and crackers.
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