Medical Matters

I have had a serious health scare recently. I was rushed to my nearest NHS hospital where I was actually pronounced dead! Luckily, I was transferred to a private hospital where my condition was upgraded to alive. They also had a very high standard of nursing care – I had all the girls charmed with my ready wit, of course. “Matron, is my leg up in plaster or am I just pleased to see you?”

I shouldn't grumble about the NHS, though. I remember when I was in the colonial service in Botswana and had to rely for medical care on a small facility run by a group of Belgian nuns. No flirting to be had there, it goes without saying. In fact I must say that I retain great respect for those women who, unlike so many in the fickle age in which we live, had taken a solemn vow of chastity and had kept that vow, just like their mothers and their mothers before them.