Her operation was on our wedding anniversary. Arriving at her hospital ward, there was nothing where she and bed had been. Was this the portent of really bad news? Or was she still in surgery... rebranded as a ‘procedure’, not euphemistically, but on account of the fact that scalpels were absent?
An hour later she was wheeled back, eyes firmly shut, face as yellow as a daffodil. We expected the medical orderly pushing her to morph into The Grim Reaper. We doubted she would last the night. Sad greetings, hidden tears.
Next day... business as usual. Badmouthing, criticism. Welcome back!
Christopher over 5 years ago
Glad she's back to her cranky self. (At least that's my impression by what you've written about her!)
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Thanks very much Christopher and Drew. She’s not cranky though Christopher; she’s very, very nasty, particularly to my wife, who all agree is something close to being a saint, always thoughtful, always thinking of others, and particularly her ungrateful mother and our lovely but physically disabled daughter. Thank goodness Mrs H has taken after her father, whose ears should have looked as though they were permanently bashed. Thank goodness too that I wasn’t there this morning when the old crone swore at my wife. She would have got more than a mouthful back from me!