re-re-wind....

wobble wobble the screen is all going fuzzy and patrick duffy is appearing in the shower....yes you're right - this is a flashback..... As my secretary has apparently been busy, pah thats what i say....or pa, maybe. anyway i digress, ok so imagine its Sunday night.....wobble wobble cue funny music.....

OMG its sunday and i'm still in LDU....but wait what is this? I have just spotted D dragging an enormous suitcase down the corridor and turning into room B - M&D must have come to stay for erm well about 3 weeks by the size of that suitcase. And woah hang on i'm on the move....well this is interesting - its like the luge just a lot slower and not as icy. So not really like the luge after all - more like being pushed slowly down a corridor in a plastic cot.... anyway here i am in a new room. Cool. er not so much cool as ruddy freezing. There seems to be icy blasts coming out of some flaps in the ceiling. D is standing on a chair sticking his fingers in them....thats only going to end in disaster me thinks.... So anyway get on with it.... ok so this is called 'rooming' in and its where M&D are given complete control over me (lord help us all) for 2 days - not 3 weeks then....

Well frankly it all went swimmingly especially as i have now gotten in to the routine where i get 'changed' and then have some lovely food and thats when i decide to stare off into the distance and let the 6.15 doncaster to kings cross out of the tunnel. No stopping. 12 coaches. Fast..... Nice. And then i have to get changed again where i go a bit bonkers as i'm now full and then barf a bit. Buts thats all the fun of rooming in. The beauty actually is the fact that there are some lovely nurses on tap just down the corridor to ask questions, so you have the slightly odd scenario of M&D wandering around the ward at 3am leaning over the counter asking things like 'can a baby burst with too much milk'. No need to worry about me then....