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I Stevie wondered who turned the lights out

There's none so blind as those who cannot see(or sing in my case or both if I'm being honest)!!

We've all been there - suddenly wake up with a start and wonder where we are, what we are and what century it is particularly after a hairy night out! Unfortunately the memories of my hairy nights out are seared into the memories of family and friends thankfully not in my memory! Although I cannot seem to shake the memory of running around at a wedding like a magical pixie horse, with the bride's garter on my head note to the wise: be wary of a free bar at a wedding in a hot climate.

 On this memorable occasion, the only thing that I had too much of was the uncomfortable hospital bed. I woke up at what appeared to be- at first glance- the dark. Everything looked rather quiet I saw a nurse passing the end of my bed I called out to her and asked her to help me lie the head of the bed back. She couldn't work it out, so she ran off to get somebody else. While my poor victim went to fetch somebody, I saw that there was food on my tray which seem a little odd in the dark. I realised I had fallen asleep with my bloody sunglasses on!!!!!!!!

In an effort not to appear to look like a complete gobshite, when the nurse returned I pointed to my tray and said I needed help with that (my food). It turned out it was another patient visitor I had accosted. Fair play to her for trying to help, although I'm not sure she had a choice!! :
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