Friday, 25 June 2010

Stobhill Hospital......Glasgow

Imagine, gentle reader, waiting to be taken in for a scan in the plush 'new bit' of Stobhill. One is 45 minutes early and a weak extended bladder provides for a spot of quick nifty foot work perambulating through the corridors of time. . This is not to say one has a liking for a hike through a '19th century hospital providing 21st century medicine' Nope. One just needs a loo.

I find one just by the Geriatric unit. The previous occupant is still engaged in exercising his haunches in the most interesting way, a bit like a stray dog when it wipes it's butt on one's lawn. Scooting all over the shop like a wounded swimmer using it's rear end as a rudder, and gaily paddling away with it's front paws.

Well, no more thoughts of me using a loo at S'hill. I'll take the dog with me next time and blame him

Bye mae looves...............





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  1. Roger11 May 2012 at 19:04

    Signed up to an exciting new phenomena called 'Faecesbook' it's meant to be read in the bog so that when all the utter drivel that's been posted on it (see examples below) has been read, it's 'recycled'

    1..'standing at the bus stop'
    2..'didn't realise that grass was so green'
    3..'LOL'
    4..'ROFL'
    5..'It's 3am, is anyone awake out there?'

    Bye Mae Looves

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