A strange coincidence that my Boss visited the same hospital as I did yesterday. It must be national fight day as he witnessed a gentleman (sic) punching his own mum in the face in the car park. My boss shouted at a security guard to tell him what had just happened, but the guard must have been going for his tea break as he didn't want to know. So my Boss verbally waded in. The difference in cultures shows here. Despite smacking his mum and my boss trying to stop it, all he got was verbal abuse and not a word from the old Indian lady being abused. In fact she toddled off into the Hospital whilst the brave bloke got in the passenger seat of his car and his wife drove him off, still shouting explicit details of what he was going to do with my employer???
Visiting the Mortuary at the Hospital today I happened to call into Patient Liaison services, where it appeared that the lady with the kids from hell had made a complaint about the Hospital?? Am I wrong here or is this Country going Topsy turvy?? (whatever that means).
Managed only 10 minutes of practice last night, but that was only because I found it hard to sit down in my usual practice chair!!!
Did find time to write a humorous letter to the local rag though ,about the new local ring road. I compared it to Spaghetti Junction but the local version was Ravioli Road, cos it keeps taking me Pasta my House!!!!!
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