Just call me Dyson!

I was lying in bed watching the TV Iast night when I saw an advert for a Dyson vacuum cleaner and it reminded me of a conversation that I had had during my recent stay in St Marks.

I was sat in the day room on Fredrick Salmon ward waiting for Hubby to come and pick me up so I could go home. As I sat watching TV people would come and go, some sitting quietly, others obviously looking for some company and conversation. I wasn't too bothered about chatting like I normally would partly because I was tired and also because Tipping Point and then The Chase were on two of my most favourite quiz shows. At home me, Hubby and the kids love to sit around and watch these two programmes; you don't need to be a genius to join in and the kids like to have a go at the multiple choice questions.

Towards the end of Tipping Point, just as it was getting tense a man walked in. Yes, it does get tense when the jackpot counter is teetering on the edge- laugh all you like, I don't care! Anyway, he must have been in his late 30's and obviously wanted to talk given that from the minute he sat down that's exactly what he did. Non stop.

Usually I would happily engage in idle chit chat but today I just nodded and gave out the odd noise in the right place. But then he said something that caught my attention. I asked him to repeat himself and he did. I just couldn't stop laughing. Here's what he said:

When I had a Stoma I was like a Henry Hoover because I needed a bag, and now it's been reversed and the bag is gone I'm a Dyson!

It just made me laugh so much that I thought I would share it with you. I've got lots of posts to write (including the one explaining what I was doing on Fredrick Salmon ward in the first place) and I'm trying my best to write them in between being Mum, attempting some housework, feeling dizzy and needing to lie down, feeling sick and needing to lie down, feeling exhausted and needing to lie down and getting ready for Christmas.

NB x

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