Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say 'Cybermule' at will to old ladies.
In other news, I'm pissed off at a bunch of things. Firstly, the weather. Will it just stop raining and blowing already? Everything strutural in my garden is collapsing, I haven't been able to go on a decent run in weeks, and it's just getting tired, OK?
Secondly, people have to start taking responsibility for the problems in the world.
Like MRSA.
If we just stopped demanding penicillin every time we got a feckin' virus, then we'd be in less of a problem with this. And why don't people ever wash their hands in hospital? Not the staff - they wash as damn often as their overstuffed schedules let them. But the people visiting. They waltz in with their takeaways and their messy children, don't wash their hands on the way in or the way out. like, HELLLOOOOO! THERE ARE SICK PEOPLE HERE! Probably best to minimise germ transfer either way, huh?
When I was on the wards I got berated for a bit of fluff in the corner of the woman's mum's room. Her kids were sat on the floor eating cold burgers out of carrier bags stuffed full of every sort of junk you can think of. And this patient. had chlostridium, apparently caused by the dirty fluff.
Maybe it was the hospital's fault, maybe it wasn't, but I don't think they could take the blame for her ill-disciplined kids picking anything up.
And don't get me started on environmental issues...
Actually, the main reason I'm so pissy is probably spending the majority of the past two days sitting around in the Crown Court waiting room in Gloucester. But that's a story for another day.