Just returned from a period of NHS 'hospitality' and given the circumstances I think they did a bloody good job, so well done to those who've poked, probed, prodded and pricked me endlessly for the last week or so.
I've yet to see the local quack but apparently I've been suffering a combination of the effects of a severely inflamed 'glandus cynicus' and acute 'imbibus excessus' whatever that means...
