You haven't lived until you've had an enema, sixties style.
I had my appendix out in 1962. It wasn't keyhole surgery, it was letterbox surgery.
The hospital was pure carry on nurse. I learnt a very important thing about women during my six days in there. On my ward (they put me in the childrens' ward), there were two regular nurses. One was gorgeous to look at but hard as nails. The other was, um, of limited attractiveness, but she was the perfect nurse. Caring and kind. I still have that memory.
But the one who adminstered the enema, wasn't either of them, and had a very long middle finger.
