Just Orf.

Great result at Exeter!!

Anyway while the Tramadol is wearing off just to say ta for your comments.
Typical of my luck i had two procedures done so am now walking like John Wayne with piles.

The day started badly when i tripped over ass over tit on account of the size 13 slippers they kindly supplied me even though i am size 10,when i did eventually get to my feet i was politly informed that i had my gown on the wrong way round and all could be seen.
So off i toddled in me size tens looking like a geriatric Claude Hopper on his way to some kinky skiing party when i was stopped in my tracks by the nurse informing me the surgeon was on his way....Mr Obami was a very nice man though there was that look of smug satisfaction on his face as he explained once again the gory details off my upcoming carnage......then off i nearly ran as by now i had nearly pissed myself.
After a trip back to the bed in my surgical stockings and pants i was politely asked if i wanted a sandwich.....funny i thought as i munched on it they even opened the packet....it was only when the patient returned to the bed next to mine did i realise i had eaten his chosen sarnie...needless to say another rollicking from the nurse for getting out of bed to get the sarnie..and a pain filled frown from Mr Patel my poor neighbour who then proceeded to chunter in Hindi for the next ten mins.

Oh well though i have a very sore reminder of my visit there the bright side is i have to sit on my ass for a week with only Mr Tramadol as company!

On a serious note the whole lot of staff there were first class,really nice and helpfull and couldnt do enough for me though the glint in Mr Obami's eye when he saw me in my stockings will stick in my mind for ever.