Overheard

(I love eavesdropping, although this little beauty from today’s train journey north couldn’t really be regarded as the result of me actively listening in to a phone conversation – more a case of passively sitting there with my ears open as the woman in front of me blathered loudly into her mobile.)

“I’m glad to get out of that hospital. It was like Fawlty Towers. At one point they came in and asked him if the drugs had had any effect, but they’d forgotten to give him any!”