Wishing you a fast recovery Roger.

I've blocked a bed for hours in hospital waiting for the wretched pharmacist to hurtle into the ward clutching my medication. The poor soul was rushed off her feet. I could easily have walked down to the Pharmacy myself to collect the stuff, but no. There I sat fully dressed and eager to be discharged, but the Ward Sister couldn't let me go without seeing I had my meds.

The next occupant of the bed was waiting in the Day Room for me to leave. I felt like offering her the bottom half of the bed with me at the top. We could have sat there having a nice chat.