A few years ago, I had to go to hospital and was in there for a few weeks. I got more than a little bored with the quality of the food and drinks on offer and so put my dressing gown on over the hospital gowns and took a little wonder to see what I could find.
Before long I came across a hospital bar that mainly catered for staff and visitors; but I could see other people in their bed-clothes in and so I went in.
I ordered a portion of lasagne and a large glass of red wine.
When the waitress bought my food over, I said: “You know, by rights, I shouldn’t have this with what I’ve got.”
“Why?” she replied. “What have you got?”
“About £1.35,” I said.