Originally, the plan was that I'd be on the list for late morning.
They were going to get the normal stuff out-of-the-way, because I was the "big one" that day. In a weird way they all sounded quite excited. I was lucky enough to have the illustrious Mr. McKenna (all bow when his name is mentioned). Apparently one of the top dogs in this area. All good.
I was obviously nil by mouth etc. ready for op. This wasn't bothering me as funnily enough I didn't have much of an appetite - at that stage.
The day meandered on.
I lay there.
Mr. J needed to home "to look after the dogs, cat etc." I believed him.
I then called about 4ish and said I was still waiting, what was he up to? "Oh, just about to have roast lamb - my sis popped over to cook me something".
Unutterable bastard. I hung up.
He did have the grace to call back and apologise and to reassure me he didn't enjoy it, but I won't forget that.
Not in a hurry.
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