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Deep within the bowels of the NHS construction known as "the general" lies your intrepid wonky warrior.
Feeling decidedly upbeat having not snuffed it following dose one of the Cimzia, sore throat fading fast and even a nice sleep all afternoon- she dares to utter the words "Escape plan" under her breath to the night nurse who assures her that plans are indeed afoot to break her out in the morning.
Mrs Titanic's, mostly deaf to all other words is now honed into every lip movement and with radar precision notes the word ESCAPE. I'm sure a little smile curled around her slumbering lips as she snortled softly- getting all her rest in before the witching hour descends once more I am sure.
Dozily, she begins to hum the tune to Steve McQueen's "Great Escape" (possibly what was on the last time she remembers visiting the cinema in 1963) into her cup of Horlicks and spies me with an excited wink over the top of the boiled to death, Nhs issue fold with a Stanley knife sheets.
The lights go dim and the witching hour descends for the night and Mrs Titanic is strangely quiet. Thanking the Almighty for what are small mercies of quiet I have a little dose but woke with a start to see Mrs Titanic leaning over the end of her bed sheets in hand.
Beckoning me hopefully with one spindly hand she calls "Come on lady- get up- lets GO!"
With a woooosh and a Culumph she swung her arms over the end to reveal a tightly knotted sheet.
"You shimmy down there first me lovely and I'll bring the dog"
"The dog?" I instantly wish I hadn't asked...
"You know- for the TUNNEL!"
Immediately, she attempted to abandon ship and head over the end of her bed, only to be rumbled by a softly spoken Filipino Nurse who tucked her in, rather firmly this time.
After 10 more minutes she was off again, the dr tried to have some more bloods from her but she gave him short shrift.
"I need to take some bloods Mrs Titanic" (why oh why do they do this at stupid o'clock at night to nutty old ladies I will never know- perhaps the new drs get sent by the snr ones for a laugh or something?)
"Will you just help me hang this washing out so I can get off to the bingo?"
"I can't find the pegs anywhere- Dianna! Where are those pegs? DIANNA"
Realising he had been defeated by the Mrs Titanic of legend, he began to creep out.
She called after him- "Yoooohooo! I think you forgot this"
Meekly, he took the crumpled white lump and unfurled it, flapped it and slipped it back on Mrs Titanic's pillow before sneaking out.
For a moment I'm sure looking at the Doctor flapping pillow Mrs Titanic's smile showed a flicker of register. "Surrender at last!" He never did come back!
Tomorrow. Escape plans are full tilt, medication ordered charioteers standing by the phone awaiting wonky warriors plaintive cry.
Hum along yourself and I'm sure it will happen! I might just get released!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbsuAbTTsV8
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Deep within the bowels of the NHS construction known as "the general" lies your intrepid wonky warrior.
Feeling decidedly upbeat having not snuffed it following dose one of the Cimzia, sore throat fading fast and even a nice sleep all afternoon- she dares to utter the words "Escape plan" under her breath to the night nurse who assures her that plans are indeed afoot to break her out in the morning.
Mrs Titanic's, mostly deaf to all other words is now honed into every lip movement and with radar precision notes the word ESCAPE. I'm sure a little smile curled around her slumbering lips as she snortled softly- getting all her rest in before the witching hour descends once more I am sure.
Dozily, she begins to hum the tune to Steve McQueen's "Great Escape" (possibly what was on the last time she remembers visiting the cinema in 1963) into her cup of Horlicks and spies me with an excited wink over the top of the boiled to death, Nhs issue fold with a Stanley knife sheets.
The lights go dim and the witching hour descends for the night and Mrs Titanic is strangely quiet. Thanking the Almighty for what are small mercies of quiet I have a little dose but woke with a start to see Mrs Titanic leaning over the end of her bed sheets in hand.
Beckoning me hopefully with one spindly hand she calls "Come on lady- get up- lets GO!"
With a woooosh and a Culumph she swung her arms over the end to reveal a tightly knotted sheet.
"You shimmy down there first me lovely and I'll bring the dog"
"The dog?" I instantly wish I hadn't asked...
"You know- for the TUNNEL!"
Immediately, she attempted to abandon ship and head over the end of her bed, only to be rumbled by a softly spoken Filipino Nurse who tucked her in, rather firmly this time.
After 10 more minutes she was off again, the dr tried to have some more bloods from her but she gave him short shrift.
"I need to take some bloods Mrs Titanic" (why oh why do they do this at stupid o'clock at night to nutty old ladies I will never know- perhaps the new drs get sent by the snr ones for a laugh or something?)
"Will you just help me hang this washing out so I can get off to the bingo?"
"I can't find the pegs anywhere- Dianna! Where are those pegs? DIANNA"
Realising he had been defeated by the Mrs Titanic of legend, he began to creep out.
She called after him- "Yoooohooo! I think you forgot this"
Meekly, he took the crumpled white lump and unfurled it, flapped it and slipped it back on Mrs Titanic's pillow before sneaking out.
For a moment I'm sure looking at the Doctor flapping pillow Mrs Titanic's smile showed a flicker of register. "Surrender at last!" He never did come back!
Tomorrow. Escape plans are full tilt, medication ordered charioteers standing by the phone awaiting wonky warriors plaintive cry.
Hum along yourself and I'm sure it will happen! I might just get released!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbsuAbTTsV8
Feeling decidedly upbeat having not snuffed it following dose one of the Cimzia, sore throat fading fast and even a nice sleep all afternoon- she dares to utter the words "Escape plan" under her breath to the night nurse who assures her that plans are indeed afoot to break her out in the morning.
Mrs Titanic's, mostly deaf to all other words is now honed into every lip movement and with radar precision notes the word ESCAPE. I'm sure a little smile curled around her slumbering lips as she snortled softly- getting all her rest in before the witching hour descends once more I am sure.
Dozily, she begins to hum the tune to Steve McQueen's "Great Escape" (possibly what was on the last time she remembers visiting the cinema in 1963) into her cup of Horlicks and spies me with an excited wink over the top of the boiled to death, Nhs issue fold with a Stanley knife sheets.
The lights go dim and the witching hour descends for the night and Mrs Titanic is strangely quiet. Thanking the Almighty for what are small mercies of quiet I have a little dose but woke with a start to see Mrs Titanic leaning over the end of her bed sheets in hand.
Beckoning me hopefully with one spindly hand she calls "Come on lady- get up- lets GO!"
With a woooosh and a Culumph she swung her arms over the end to reveal a tightly knotted sheet.
"You shimmy down there first me lovely and I'll bring the dog"
"The dog?" I instantly wish I hadn't asked...
"You know- for the TUNNEL!"
Immediately, she attempted to abandon ship and head over the end of her bed, only to be rumbled by a softly spoken Filipino Nurse who tucked her in, rather firmly this time.
After 10 more minutes she was off again, the dr tried to have some more bloods from her but she gave him short shrift.
"I need to take some bloods Mrs Titanic" (why oh why do they do this at stupid o'clock at night to nutty old ladies I will never know- perhaps the new drs get sent by the snr ones for a laugh or something?)
"Will you just help me hang this washing out so I can get off to the bingo?"
"I can't find the pegs anywhere- Dianna! Where are those pegs? DIANNA"
Realising he had been defeated by the Mrs Titanic of legend, he began to creep out.
She called after him- "Yoooohooo! I think you forgot this"
Meekly, he took the crumpled white lump and unfurled it, flapped it and slipped it back on Mrs Titanic's pillow before sneaking out.
For a moment I'm sure looking at the Doctor flapping pillow Mrs Titanic's smile showed a flicker of register. "Surrender at last!" He never did come back!
Tomorrow. Escape plans are full tilt, medication ordered charioteers standing by the phone awaiting wonky warriors plaintive cry.
Hum along yourself and I'm sure it will happen! I might just get released!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbsuAbTTsV8
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