Week 29: Accident and Eggmergency
Dear NHS, I’m just writing to say thank you for looking after me yesterday. For many months now I’ve been staring at food open mouthed, so it’s a blessed relief mummy and daddy are finally putting something in it. And boy have I enjoyed it. Avocado, sweet potato, carrot, parsnip: my tastebuds have been around Sainsbury’s produce department and they like what they’re getting. A small problem yesterday though. Egg. I had some and it didn’t agree with me. Not like Bluey and Bingo don’t agree, but like Mr Curry and The Browns don’t agree. Soon my whole stomach came up in a rash. Then my back. Finally, my chin. These blotchy craters disrupted my shiny surface and made me feel a little funny. So my mummy took me to something called a farmacist. I don’t know why she took me there: I am not a cow or a hen or a horse. For some reason my mummy took this animal doctor’s advice and sent me to the GPs. At least, I would be seen by someone who is used to treating human bein...