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Date: 12 February 2008 12:53:28
FW is being investigated today by the hospital. I won't go into the details, especially as I'm about to eat my lunch, but we're hoping that they'll finally discover what is giving her stomach problems. I personally think that it's an alien but she thinks I'm being silly.
Of course I will have to make my own tea tonight as she will be unable to lift anything heavier than a pint of milk. I think that today's NHS just molly coddles patients these days. In my parent's day dad would have been home, stripped a few doors, built an extension and played a game of rugby an hour after the investigation. Mind you he did walk 200 miles to work every day and have to carry the pit ponies down the mines with a fully loaded train of coal wagons in the other hand.
People were much tougher then.
Which brings me onto a related point.
At the church on Sunday evening dad mentioned that he was a local lad and had grown up near the church. One of the ladies asked if he was related to Ted ******** as her first husband worked in the local steelworks with the man. It only turned out to be my grandfather.
She told us a story of how he had invited friends to tea one day. As they sat down at the table they found that the tea cup given was actually very much larger than those they were used to. In fact it looked very much like a chamber pot.....
FW is now very happily pointing out that I am descended from a long line of rogues.