Got a letter from the the royal stoke hospital a couple of weeks ago, report to the department of stroke, 10 20 today, gets there early to find a parking space, nowt doing absolute horrendous, so drives out the hospital grounds, and found a suitable parking space, by this time, I was running late, so set off like a whippet to make my appointment, good morning mr ------- the doctor says, you are looking well, after several tests, he turned to his computer and showed me my brain scan, I thowt feck me im done for, but a smile came on his face, and tells me, everything is fine, you are a very luc