I had to drop Mrs M at the hospital yesterday, as she needed a check-up for, well… you know: “ladies things”.
“I want to go ten minutes early”, she said, “as I don’t know where the gynaecology deptartment is.”
“Surely it’s at the front entrance”, I said.
Nothing. Not a titter.
And there you were, beavering your way to the hospital.
Mind you I have to do the same in December for ‘er in doors.
Hope she got on ok.
All good, ta.
Hahahahaha! You should be on telly.
Who’s to say I’m not? 😉
I know you’re just doing it for the craic but don’t give up the day job
Jeez, I wish I could Bren, I wish I could.