Another op?

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?

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Plaster board and dust

So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...