Back in the early 80's
My father suffered severe burns to his hands, arms and face after an accident with a mobile fish n chip van.
Off he went to Stoke Mandeville along with many Falkland Island soldiers, bags on their hands, measuring how much fluid was being lost...
Anyhow, it was in June, on Fathers day, and the card I had showed a piece of toast, the top bit a little scorched, some wisps of smoke above it and the message on the front said To Dad...
Opening it up the message continued.. You're the Toast of the Family.
He laughed, non of the nurses did though.
(lordy lordy, Thu 10 Nov 2011, 12:56, 4 replies)

in the late 80s my brother burnt his hands pretty badly (tripped while jumping the embers of a bonfire, the prick). if was in hospital for a few weeks with the bags over his hands and plastic form things to stop him developing permanently clenches fists.
We went in one evening to find him absolutely covered in chocolate. I mean covered like a toddler after a kilo of dairymilk. Turned out he'd gotten munchied with no visitors to help him and managed best if could with his paws. Oh how we laughed.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Thu 10 Nov 2011, 13:28, closed)

So in fact he
was ill bread?
(username failed moderation, Thu 10 Nov 2011, 16:39, closed)

My brother had quite a bit of the old cancer at one time. For his birthday, I boguht him a stick of horoscope rock from Blackpool and told him “it’s like you, it’s got Cancer running all the way through it’.
(electricteeth, Thu 10 Nov 2011, 16:44, closed)

Haha, fucking hell. Did he laugh? And is he okay now?
(Note to Gritty: Yes, I laughed. I found it funny, although was also quite shocked, hope that's okay)
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Thu 10 Nov 2011, 17:44, closed)