Journal 17.03.05

This Week

Waiting in the local A&;E department to become a pirate again for
the second time in two years:

Some bloke was singing his incomprehensible head off behind the blue
curtain. There were only four people in the queue ahead of me, but
getting 'served' took a lot longer than expected due to emergency
arrivals; one man who'd had a nose bleed for two hours and one young
girl who was gripping her stomach in complete agony.

The unknown quantity behind the curtain was both amusing and
disturbing. I had the feeling he was deliberately trying to both amuse
and disturb. His singing often tapered off into mumblings and then
full- on shouting.

I don't know how he knew because the curtain was completely closed and
certainly not see through, but somehow he seemed to sense that the
chocolate machine was being replenished. Much to the amusement of
everyone in the waiting room, the singing stopped and out of the
curtain he hopped, all the way to the machine. He swiped three bars
from the trolley and had made it halfway back to his curtain refuge
again, before being yelled back by the chocolate lady. He promptly
hopped back to the trolley and replaced one bar before making a mad hop
back to the safety of his cubicle. Half a minute later a nurse appeared
out of it with the other two bars. It was like Wimbledon, but much
sadder.

Bedtime:

My son asked me what teenage sheep were called.

I didn't have an answer.