I Can't Compete With That

I'm now doing the NHS Hospital run twice a day and will be until Mrs B manages to eat normally without blowing up like a barrage balloon. The guy who operated on her can't understand what the problem is and wants her stomach x-rayed to see if that shows anything but meanwhile he's prescribed some pills to reduce her acid production.
As a result Mrs B is having one of her better days, is wandering around the ward virtually pain free and being visited on a regular basis by little nurses and medical students who introduce themselves and offer guided tours of the ward.
She's in a single bedded room, has the choice of two bathrooms, a luxurious day room, a kitchen where she can make tea, coffee or whatever she feels like and best of all, access to people who can help if she is doubled up with pain. I can't compete with that.

If only they had a carpark big enough to cope with the demand.