11th May, 2009 - Viruses

My old boy's in hospital at the moment recoovering from heart surgery, so it has been a fretful few days. He is now, happily, on the mend.

He has, however, had his surgery in Aberdeen. Which is - if you ask me - downright selfish of him. There he is wallowing in his bed (after having been split open from neck to belly button and prized open like a walnut), drinking cranberry juice, eating grapes and generally having a nice old rest. Whereas me? Me - I have to treck all the way up to Grampian to visit him. By First Class Rail. Eating pretzels and reading the Guardian.

Honestly. The sick. It's all "Me. Me. Me."