Peter and I had a blazing* row this morning.

            About the NHS.

            Other couples fight about sex, money, in laws, who left the cap off the toothpaste tube, and who does the dishes.**  We fight about the National Health Service.***  Right.  Um.

            Peter had told me while he was still in hospital that I was welcome to blog about it, and he mentioned it again as we were fighting our way out of Zhar and Lloigor's tentacles† . . . I mean the car park.  Just don't abuse the ...