I saw Mooh and his wife today at the hospital. He is still very tired and weak, but he still had his lovely sense of humour and the twinkle in his eye. Mooh wants me to thank everyone here for their good wishes, and that he will say so himself when he's feeling up to it.
I wrote a little rhyme for Mooh when I got back from the hospital:
This is the bedpan, and this is the cup This is the medicine - now drink it all up This is the incision - it looks like a line This is the morphine - and it's mine, all mine!