Monday
Mrs Hannan on the phone again, wanting to know when she can have her husband back. Told her to hold the line while I asked Nigel who stopped Twittering just long enough to shake his head in a v grim way and make a sign with his finger across his throat. Not sure what this means but I’m guessing it doesn’t mean Mr H is going home any time soon. Reassured her we would have him back when he’s finished his ‘advanced media training’ with Gary. But from the noises I hear coming from Training Room A I wouldn’t hold my breath. If you ask me, he got off lightly. I think it’s terrible of our people to complain about the NHS. I’ve had nothing but good experiences, like the time I had my tonsils out. I was in a lovely room overlooking Wimpole Street and they served me the most delicious tomato soup.
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