The best part about sitting in casualty is the people. People have some fascinating problems, and they discuss them very openly in front of the twenty other people sitting on the hard benches or buying unhealthy stuff from the hospital vending machines. I just wish that they'd speak up a bit. I'm listening over here people. I'm trying to eavesdrop and you're not cooperating.
Yes you, lady with the blood on her sleeve and the bandaged arm, who looked like she'd come straight from a high-falutin' do, except for her truly crappy shoes. Or you, kiddie with the smashed nose. Your mother says you whacked yourself in the nose with a plank, but you look more like some bullies set on you after school and your mum is trying to cover up. And you, chickie with the hurt back, why were you telling your mother that they kept making you push it in, even though you didn't want to?
Enquiring minds want to know.
PATTOTE: There was another kid in there with a broken collar bone who claimed to have fallen off a mountain. There are no mountains in Reading.
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Dude, what does your new job involve? Enquiring minds want to know!
Oh, and "PATOTTE"? Try saying that aloud. Loyal members want to know!
The new job is a temp position doing admin at a design studio.
And you pronounce PATTOTTE the same way you always do.
Cool.
Van nuuskierigheid is die tronke vol en die kerke leeg.....
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