I think its the cheese.....

Mrs Titanic has been Mrs lovely, smiley and secretly concealing her nutty side from all who visit her all day so far.

She is decidedly perky in her chair once the nurse has fed her what is loosely described by the kitchen as "macaroni cheese". The Dr Doolittle Brigade arrive. Swooshing in like a flock of sea gulls, they poke about and mutter to one another, pens a twitching, skinny legs that belong to someone who looks about 14 turns out to be assistant Dr Doolittle to the snr Dr Doolittle who is at least old enough to vote.

A voice clears the muffled mutters.

"Oh Mrs Titanic you are looking much improved. We think you should be off to rehab, just ask your family to bleep me when they do come into see you and we will discuss it all then"

and then, quick as a wink they swoosh off again.

Mrs Titanic is sat smiling in her chair happily fiddling about amused by the corner of her blanket and gets herself ready for a short sing of "blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover" before her head drops into another sleep.

one of the Dr Doolittle's swooshes in to take her notes having heard a rousing chorus Dame Vera Lynn would be proud of echoing down the corridor (boy, does she have a pair of lungs....)and half looks at Mrs Titanic, noticing remains the cheesy mush says "must be the cheese".....

I will eat my pillow if any "real" cheese has gone near Mrs Titanic's "Macaroni cheese", tasteless yellow mush with the hopeful hint of something that was once pasta limply resigned to its fate, perhaps, but macaroni cheese- should be prosecuted under the trade descriptions act!

As for Mrs Titanic remembering to "bleep" someone let alone knowing what a "bleep" is- I think that we can safely assume Mrs Titanic is staying here and not going to rehab any time soon.

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I think its the cheese.....

Mrs Titanic has been Mrs lovely, smiley and secretly concealing her nutty side from all who visit her all day so far.

She is decidedly perky in her chair once the nurse has fed her what is loosely described by the kitchen as "macaroni cheese". The Dr Doolittle Brigade arrive. Swooshing in like a flock of sea gulls, they poke about and mutter to one another, pens a twitching, skinny legs that belong to someone who looks about 14 turns out to be assistant Dr Doolittle to the snr Dr Doolittle who is at least old enough to vote.

A voice clears the muffled mutters.

"Oh Mrs Titanic you are looking much improved. We think you should be off to rehab, just ask your family to bleep me when they do come into see you and we will discuss it all then"

and then, quick as a wink they swoosh off again.

Mrs Titanic is sat smiling in her chair happily fiddling about amused by the corner of her blanket and gets herself ready for a short sing of "blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover" before her head drops into another sleep.

one of the Dr Doolittle's swooshes in to take her notes having heard a rousing chorus Dame Vera Lynn would be proud of echoing down the corridor (boy, does she have a pair of lungs....)and half looks at Mrs Titanic, noticing remains the cheesy mush says "must be the cheese".....

I will eat my pillow if any "real" cheese has gone near Mrs Titanic's "Macaroni cheese", tasteless yellow mush with the hopeful hint of something that was once pasta limply resigned to its fate, perhaps, but macaroni cheese- should be prosecuted under the trade descriptions act!

As for Mrs Titanic remembering to "bleep" someone let alone knowing what a "bleep" is- I think that we can safely assume Mrs Titanic is staying here and not going to rehab any time soon.

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