On-Call Day 1

Already I am lagging. And i'm only 5 hours into the evening. I've got a massive headache, i'm still hungry and the telly is being hogged by the blooming cricket until oh, May!

The heat is unbearable. The corridors smell of smelly feet and the wards are so stuffy, you can even smell the bedpan from 10 beds away. Sigh.

Anyway, overheard in the corridor:

3 year old boy

Why did you call me fat, mummy?

Woman to her son

Not you, son. I wuz talking about them women.

We 'ave to take them stairs lovey, because of them 3 fat women at the lift.

That's why they are SO-O fat. They don't ever move.

3 year old boy

Oh...Fat women! Hee hee ha ha

And we wonder why children these days are so rude.

Currently thinking: Dreading having to work till late tmw. No dinner party. No presents. Just boring work. Is this what happens when you are O.L.D???