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Tuesday 10 December 2013

Snappy Black Gloves

Just after being given the devastating news that I wasn't leaving for home just yet, Mrs B (of moving house fame) and Mrs G arrived to help "sort this out".

Whilst Ali tackled the nurses about Mrsa, what it meant, why I wasn't being isolated and being left to wander around a surgical ward, Jayne soothed Chrissy on the phone, soothed me and fed me Courgette and Lemon cake.

I love them both dearly.

Just saying

(Although the snap of those gloves still frightens me, Mrs B.)

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