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Saturday, February 05, 2011

I forgot to mention that fish nibbles aren't the only fast food option available in the vicinity of Crawley Hospital during the average lunch break. This was on display inside the main entrance of the outpatients department...

I'm lovin' it.
By 'support', I presume they mean 'supply with patients'. Or maybe they misread 'friends' as 'fries'. Either way, I'm not complaining. We have a hard time getting some of our overweight diabetics to turn up for appointments. Sticking the golden arches on the front door might just do it.

Anyhoo, on the subject of fat people who do their own thing, I took Amelie to Homebase this morning as a special treat for using her potty without being asked. She spent the whole time walking around the shop, saying she was looking for sea shells, asking me "Where are the sea shells?", and shouting "Look! There's a sea shell!". All of which I found slightly confusing until I realised I'd told her on the way in that we'd "see if they've got some shelves". I think I need to speak more clearly.

We followed that up with a quick trip to Sainsbury's, where Amelie forced me against my will to buy a Valentine's cat for Lisa...

Not that Lisa can get near it. We're praying the batteries run out before our patience.


Phil's Mum said...

Somehow I don't think Amelie is ever going to believe that belongs to Lis!

Dave said...

Repeat after me:

<span>She sells sea shells on the sea shore;
</span><span>The shells that she sells are sea shells I'm sure.
</span><span>So if she sells sea shells on the sea shore,

<span>I'm sure that the shells are sea shore shells. </span>

Phil's Mum said...

I'm shore thats not quite right, Dave, but I'm too shell-shocked to think of the correct version.