Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Monday, 1 October 2012
Well I drove across Salisbury Plain to visit my sister yesterday, and I am very glad I did, even though I was sort of dreading it beforehand.
I had two nieces in tow when we arrived at the hospital, as one had driven to meet me from a little further away in the opposite direction, and it was good to see them, my nephew, his son, wife and father too.
Although my sister looked like a warmed-up corpse when we arrived (she was asleep) I was amazed and relieved at how bright she was when she woke. We chatted away as ever, but her weight-loss is shocking. I hope she manages to put a bit on during her stay in hospital, and I now think that she will - indeed - be leaving there in a few weeks. I didn't think that to start with.
I told her my favourite and latest joke as she was being hoiked up in bed by the girls: My friend told me his mother had been very ill recently, and the doctor told him to rub lots of lard on her back. When I asked what effect this had on her, he said, "She went downhill very quickly after that."
I don't know how much extra petrol I used in the Volvo because of the defective air pump (I still haven't got a new one) but I know that a 20 mile detour made when travelling the wrong direction on the A303 couldn't have helped. Oh well, it was worth it.
P.S. I have just heard on the news that the Russian government (Putin) has convicted the girls of 'Pussy Riot' with 'hooliganism'. Is there such a word in Russian? As I understand it, the Hooligans were the original neighbours from hell - an Irish family living in 19th century London, who were constantly being had up in court for... well, 'hooliganism'.