In Sickness and in Health.

This morning, at breakfast, our two couples had a 'competition.'

Who had had the worst, biggest,, most horrific operation?
Who had been told they only had days, months, years to live?
AND IS STILL HERE!

As I tottered in and out with plates full of bacon, eggs, fried bread, tomato, mushroom, haggis, black pudding and beans. Not forgetting the toast. I just could not fathom how they were going to eat it after detailing where the knife cut, what came out, what was left in, what had been missed.

Just thought I was pretty damn lucky that the only time I was under a surgeon's knife a baby came out.