I had a (unfortunately very rare) pleasant experience of the totally opposite kind today. Went out to a 90-something lady, who needed to go in to hospital for reasons that aren't relevant here. Her 90-something husband, who had been bombed at Dunkirk and rescued after 45 minutes in the water, served the remainder of the war in the Royal Navy, took part in the Normandy landings then worked until he retired after being demobbed tried to give me £10 for my trouble in coming out to his wife. (I refused, of course. I pointed out that he'd spent the whole of his life paying for this service. He still took some convincing). Why is it always the genuinely ill patients that "didn't want to bother you"??? Oh yeah - the hems on my uniform trousers are secured with micropore (",)