Sometimes I astound myself!

Oh. Done that one. This time it’s not a Good thing.

How the Fluff did I miss the fact that the gorgeous Phil died in Salisbury? At Odstock Hospital? A place that I was Emergency called to via telephone one night at 3am to pick up a friend and neighbour after she’d accompanied her severely injured husband there and could not get home.

We arrived back at her house. Front door led (within two strides) to the stair case. Immediate evidence of a major arterial injury.

Freaking blood, by the gallon, up the walls, ceiling, on the floors. It took HOURS to clean the place up.

P.S. I’ll never forget the smell :o(

Where was I?