Bags of fun

The wait is over I have my new (vegans look away now) leather travel bag. It is very good quality and I am happy with it.

In other hospital news:
Mrs S has been great, visiting me every day, but here are some of today's goings-on that she missed.
Overheard: "I want to have a shower". Nurse "why don't you go to the toilet and go back to bed". "Yes, but I think I'll have a shower". Nurse "it is rather cold for a shower". "It's ok". Nurse "but it's 1:40am, you should really go to sleep".
The woman changing the bed clothes this morning was a total Deva. She turned the whole thing into performance art, while flirting with another patient about his breakfast porridge.
This afternoon a very attractive woman stopped by my hospital bed, said she was a doctor and would like me to take my t-shirt off. Turns-out she was assessing a trainee doctor on spot the diagnosis (I think they did this in a Carry On film). The trainee examined my chest and came up with a good diagnosis - I think the recent wound on my side probably helped a bit (and being on a thoracic ward).
Thanks to Mrs S for all her support and our great brother in law for collecting me and driving us home. There's no place like home.