Bills, bills, bills

Last week I received a bill for a lovely ride that I had in an ambulance two months ago. (Actually, the first ambulance that arrived didn't carry any painkillers, so they had to call a second. And still they charge me. A tax-payer. But let's not go there again. For now.)

Today I received a bill for the accident and emergency treatment at the hospital the same day. No doubt it includes a special payment for the exclusive trolley-top view of the corridor.

I was, once more, amazed. Firstly, that the bill is in English. (Well done, them!) Secondly, that they obviously have a sense of humour for someone who has just passed a landmark birthday.