Quackers

Another day, another trip round the M25. At least this time I didn’t have to do the whole thing this time.

I got a call yesterday to say that my Dad had been taken to hospital. Again. It didn’t sound good, so I came to see him.

As I walked to the ward he’s on, I noticed a collection of rubber ducks. I’m a big fan of a rubber duck. I have a bit of a collection, even though I don’t actually have a bath.

They made me smile. Hopefully they do the same for the patients and staff at the hospital. Makes you wonder how it started. I feel like there’s a story behind it…

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