So there I was, visiting my Gran in Glasgow's Southern General Hospital - where all the nurses would break the scales if they simply rested their massive bingo wing arms on them. Around the bed we're all having a bit of a laugh and a joke about how nurses training these days appears to be limited to a course on how to stretch their stomachs to the stage where they can cope with the copious amount of Cadbury's Heroes that they eat, when the woman in the next bed sets off her alarm.
Through the glass partition we can see three nurses stood - I would say looking like Michelin Men but that's too kind. They all had really bad skin that made them look more like Mr Blobby. As part of the fun I started my stopwatch. Do you know it took so long for the nurses to respond I had forgotten I was timing them. Indeed after what must have been fully 10 minutes my Sister attended to the lady in the next bed and then went out to tell the nurses what the old lady needed.
However the story doesn't end there. A few days ago I took my gran in some of her favourite biscuits - Borders Chocolate Gingers. They had gone so I asked my Gran if she enjoyed them and if she had been eating them with her tea. No she said. What actually happened was she asked a nurse to open the packet for her. As the nurse did my Gran said she should take one as a thank you, which the nurse duly did. She then asked if she could give one to each of her colleagues on the ward. My Gran looked and saw four, she said ok.....she never saw the biscuits again.
Isn't it a sad day when lazy overweight, overpaid public sector nurses have to resort to stealing chocolate biscuits from their 92 year old patients. I guess this must be how their feed their lard addiction in an era where patients families are refusing to reward their shite standards of service with big tins of Roses.