Huh, I can vouch for that! My aunt Suzy underwent a stomach operation at the Benny Hill Teaching Hospital in Newquay, Cornwall. The surgeon hadn’t finished sewing the poor lady up, when the anaesthetist called for a mini-cab to take her home! “What’s the rush,” aunt Suzy asked, coming around in the lift. One of the theatre nurses replied, “We need the theatre for a private patient.” By now Suzy was fully awake. “But what about post-operative complications?” The nurse replied, “Skype me if you begin to feel ill and I’ll talk you through the dying process.” Folks, I wouldn’t even stand still for a NHS finger up my ass. Who knows where that finger’s been, or for that matter, the glove?