Christmas morning and I get a text message (I've taken to sleeping with my phone). After an extremely bad coughing fit Kelly has called an ambulance and had herself admitted to the Whittington Hospital. Amazingly, by sheer power of will, she manages to stay in the hospital for three days despite the staff repeatedly saying that there is nothing medically they can do for her. This is not true as they manage to at least ward off the symptoms of her choking cough which Kelly has been convinced will kill her in the night. She is relatively happy there despite the ineptitude of some if certainly not all of the staff.
She is certainly more happy with them than with me.