Golden opportunity

The Godchild came to visit today and this presented me with the golden opportunity to deliver the cards and chocolates to the hospital and allow me the great feeling of having accomplished another task.

The Godchild arrives with The Boy; he sits in the back, eyes glued to the mobile phone screen. It is colder today and the sky has a dull, even grey cover of cloud with sporadic spatters of rain on the windscreen.

We do not waste time when we arrive at the hospital; we pile out of the car and take the lift up to the ground floor, then down the concourse to the other lifts which to take us up to Ward Six. The Boy demonstrates his not inconsiderable skills regarding hand hygiene when we step out on the sixth floor; he puts me to shame, when I was a patient I hardly ever used it, in spite of the fact it is right in front of the lifts and has a big sign asking all visitors to use it.  However I am a visitor today, so I comply.

The nurse at the station takes the parcel and envelopes and assures me the card for Day Surgery will be forwarded through the internal mail system. 

Job done.

The Godchild, The Boy and I allow ourselves a treat to celebrate Mission Accomplished.  We take a detour to my café of choice in Bridge Road and I settle down to a chip-eating contest with The Boy.  He really puts my through my paces.

 What bad mannered, greedy pigs we are, as we race to the last chip in the dish