Yeah. Awful. And I like hospital food. Reminds me of school food, which I also liked!
But the veggie Christmas dinner was awful.
Mrs S brought in a plate from home.
The second Xmas I was in, they kept me in longer as they couldn't find a wheelchair for a fat ****er. Then they didn't have the right drugs to send me home with.
But the thing that added the most days on was the staff: the poor bu99ers being understaffed and overworked meant they just didn't get it together to do all the paperwork for my discharge.
Finally, they did and I was sent to the discharge lounge, but there wasn't an ambulance driver (can't remember the reason why, but they insisted I was driven home and a taxi would not do).
In desperation, I rang Mrs S and she came. It was quite funny. She rolled up with a hi-vis vest on and a FF wheelchair.
"I've come for Mr Secure", she said...
And I was free!