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Jailhouse Rock (Irish style)

In Ireland it's perfectly possible to find yourself in prison without actually having committed a crime Failing to pay your tv licence is not the only way! ...I have also noticed over the years its' perfectly possible to commit a crime and walk away a happy man.

I have already mentioned the marathon 3 month stay last year and the unseasonable but not out of character for Ireland snow. During this particular pleasant stay, the patient call bells kept wailing and because of the snow there weren't any food delivery trucks. Patients were having a lack of visitors. I can only speculate there were people wandering around on their third day in a pair of underwear!

Patients were happy in their knowledge that staff and doctors were forced to endure the very same beds they were not getting any sleep in. I had gone several days without a coffee and I might have throttled someone if I saw one more egg sandwich on my plate.

One of the very few benefits of being deaf is that I was spared the cacophony of patients screaming nurse. I'm not blind enough to be spared the sight of egg sandwiches (thank God). A friend of  mine sent me a text asking me what I wanted for my birthday. I told her a snow plough and a decent sandwich. Cup of coffee would have been nice too.

You probably get better food in prison and you have laundry facilities. I'd hazard a guess that the beds are a bit better too. These days a hospital stay is a byob situation, but it is more comfortable in your own bed!!!!!!

Snow is falling all around us
patients screaming, calling nurse
Tis the reason Im losing my marbles
Take a chill pill everyone!!!

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