Mrs Tatoo's Adventure

Wonky followers! Another entry from the surreal world of the general hospital.

Mrs Tatoo is from Scotland and after a rousing version of "Ye'll take ye high rood and I'll tic thee low rood" at 2 am, 3 am and 4am, with some inventive attempts at scaling the heights of the bed bars ("I canney do with no hooks") the nurses decided that she was better placed with fellow nutties lurking in the next bay.



After spending much of the day snoozing quietly Mrs Tatoo woke refreshed just in time for the night shift to begin. After the climbing antics, nurse felt it safer to leave the bars down...

In the bed next to Mrs Tatoo was a new neighbour who I shall call Mrs Mother. Mrs Mother is in her late 80s. She, like Mrs Tatoo has been snoozing a lot during the day in between explaining to all the other patients that she was in fact expecting a baby.

Because all the patients in that bay are all frankly bonkers, they accept this information happily and so, together with Mrs Tatoo are busying themselves getting ready for the baby.

This means regular trips out of the bay, Mrs Tatoo is trying to procure "Wee Baskey" for "wee bern" and and therefore commandeered one of the cardboard bowl for "ye greater good".(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnqPrDN77Xg)

With some skill she balances this on top of her zimmer frame and is quickly scuttling down the ward.

Nurse was assisting another patient behind the curtain, so Mrs Tatoo with frame and bowl got past.



There is another Nutty in the bay who I will call Mrs Laundry. Mrs Laundry spends most of the day dozily smiling at her relatives and visitors. At night, she is suddenly very mobile and off she goes to collect some towels for the baby!

As the small hours slip by eventually the ward settles to sleep.

At 0800 there is a sudden shout at Sister Pocket Rocket discovers there are no towels and goes onto the ward to be welcomed with flags.

Oh yes, Mrs Tatoo, Mrs Laundry and Mrs Mother are busy hanging the towels over the previously circumvented bars of their beds.


"There aren't any BLOODY pegs!" exclaims Mrs Laundry

I wonder what they think they are hanging up?!

Anyone want to send some towels c/o Sister Pocket Rocket, The General before she hops on the next plane to Turkey!