Norman was in hospital mid October for a hernia repair. The whole process went
most smoothly, thanks to Janet and Susan’s taxi service, brilliantly attentive nurses,
an impressive anaesthetist, a jolly physiotherapist, a most inspired cook - Norman
raved about the omelette - and magnificent surgeon..
‘The Paddocks’ is certainly worth the money - no superbug in sight - but Jean was
disappointed at its failure to live up to Holby City standards. She noticed no wild
sexual encounters between doctors and nurses in medicine cupboards, heard no one
bellowing “Crash!”, saw no drunken yobs on the rampage, overturning trolleys, and
no cute sick children reconciling warring parents. There also seemed to be little
scope for her barging her way into the operating theatre crying out, “What’s going
But she can bear the disappointment. Norman is making an amazingly fast and cheerful
SHE WON’T MAKE THAT MISTAKE AGAIN!
The day after the Brands’ latest wave of visitors left, the builders moved in
to do things to the chimney stack and guttering and install a pull down ladder to
“Let’s go out,” said Norman. “We can trust them,” and in a devil-may-care mood
Jean agreed, whipped up her bag and climbed into the car.
In leisurely style they explored Chinnor Garden Centre, drove back to Thame,
pottered about the shops and began a slow saunter round Waitrose.
It was when she reached the fruit and vegetable section that Jean remembered
she had put a big saucepan of apple and billberries on to boil just before they left.
White faced, listening out for the fire engines, they raced back.
All was well. The builder had smelt a pleasant toffee aroma, then a burnt toffee
aroma, then gone to investigate, turned off the gas, found a fresh saucepan for the
unburnt fruit, put the suffering saucepan and hob grid in the sink to soak, cleaned
down the wall where the juice had spurted and gone round the house closing all doors
to keep out the smell. You can’t beat country workmen!