So today the doctor came to see Keith. He told him he would be taking him back to theatre on Thursday. Why? Well after the cracks about being taken to watch a pantomime, which is rather apt as the name of his ward is Pantomime - don't ask me why - he had to confess that he didn't know.
"Didn't you ask?" I asked.
He looked sheepish and shook his head, then muttered something about, maybe they want to do some more manipulating.
Why do men never ask the right questions?