Subscribe: Subscribe to me on YouTube

Tuesday, September 04, 2012

It's been a busy, yet strangely uneventful, day. At least in terms of things I can write about. I did have a conversation with a patient in which I asked her if she had high blood pressure, to which she responded "I'm fat. Of course I have high blood pressure", but other than that refreshing display of honesty, it's not been the most noteworthy of days.

On the plus side, a visitor this evening has alerted me to the fact that this blog is currently ranking 9th on Google for the query 'How do I not have a pig nose without surgery?'. I'm one higher than Which is ironic, as I barely understand the question. It's all down to Amelie's Peppa Pig nose plaster, apparently.

On the subject of Amelie, she told me this evening that she couldn't go to sleep unless I sang 'Away in a Manger'. I think it's her way of hastening the arrival of Christmas. She'll be expecting presents in the morning.

I've also received a leaflet through the door which makes me wonder if people on the Whitehawk estate can spell pizza...

But other than that, nothing's happened. Apart from Toby's nappy leaking all over the sofa. If you're due to visit us in the next couple of days, I'd suggest you sit on the floor.


Phil's Mum said...

A little guidance on the timing of that last event would be helpful, as I DID sit on the sofa!

Phil said...

It's ok, the leakage happened after you left. I think it was a dirty protest at your abandonment of us.