The Queen’s been shot. There’s rioting in streets. London burns.
Here in our beds in our double-glazed, sound insulated hospital we don’t give a fig; at least I don’t – my hip hurts, I can’t walk and the man in the bed next to me talks too much.
I know that I have sinned at times but this punishment is a step (or not) too far.
God save the leg.
patrickprinsloo 