musings

Visited Mike in hospital (in my truck). He was OK - up and around and chatting up the nurses.

Hospital is very plush - twin rooms, remote control TV, hydraulic bed etc. He was feigning pain in order to extract mind-bending painkillers from the nurses. He claims he slipped out for a Big Mac yesterday because he was sick of is all-liquid diet!

Proceeded to my route and sold ice-cream until 8:30 pm when I was so browned off I returned to depot.

We went to Diane’s house to meet her friends. One was Swedish - not tall and blonde but very nice - the rest American. We played pool in their basement and then returned home.

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