Many years ago I asked my Father who was a Senior Nursing Officer in a large psychiatric hospital, how he coped with all the “poo” and vomit? “Its simple son”, he replied. “It’s simply a case of mind set. Shite is shite and puke is puke and I get paid to deal with these things and that’s what I do. You just get on with it and put up with the smell, it doesn’t last long!” Nothing can bee worse than the putrid smell of suppurating leg sores, on a very warm afternoon in mid-July! Put up and shut up!