After a lousy nights kip I went to visit my old dad. He cheered me up by giving me an article to read about being buried alive (he was an Undertaker as well so he finds it fascinating). Most people think that this only happened in Victorian times but as recently as last month a Funeral Operative noticed a movement on a body just before they were about to seal the coffin!!!!!! Yes the guy was alive but had been in a deep coma. (if he had eaten curry would he have been in a Korma?)
Actually I have watched some of the doctors do the 'Death Check' and over three quarters of them don't do it properly. Those that do use a stethoscope never seem to disinfect it afterwards (the next time it could be used on a patient urghhh) and over half have to be reminded to wash their hands?
Although I felt like the living dead this morning had a great trip into the Peak District and a really nice day all in all. Quality times are rare but unforgettable.
Going to practice for half an hour now.
By the way it's important to remember when exercising. Start slowly and then taper off!!
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