Nan was sick so I packed my bag and caught a train to visit her.

On the train, a bearded stranger asked me where I was going.

To the hospital, my nan is sick, I told him.

That’s very nice, replied the man. You should take flowers.

I knocked on nan’s door and she summoned me with her gruff voice.

Nan, what large arms you have.

All the better to cure me, love.

But nan, you look like a pincushion.

A bearded doctor walked in.

I know; it seems I’ve never had this many pricks at once in my life.