Recounting a story to a good friend yesterday at work had me chuckling. And telling the story once more to Janet last night whilst round for dinner. The actual entry on Jules Weblog doesn't tell the real story, as you'll see if you follow the link.
Jules moved over to the Hospice whilst I was away with work, on another one of my jaunts over to Paris by Eurostar. And when I got back I was passed on a message that she needed socks. She'd been saying ever since she'd got there, "Alan, socks!". So, confused and puzzled, I grabbed all the socks I'd taken home and washed, and took them in with me that night.
When I got there the staff mentioned that Jules was very keen for me to stay, having discovered the Hospice had bed extensions which would turn her normal sized hospital bed into a double bed. And I'd been looking forward to spending the night, and not have to tear myself away and go home to an empty bed. So, imagine then, when I walked in the room, presented Jules with the bag of socks. She looked at me, and in her usual way, slapped me, and said, "Tuh, F*&^ sake, Alan, need SOCKS, stay, tonight, NOW!"
I'm not going into any further details, but suffice to say, there were a number of blushing faces that night 
And the staff knew what to do when Jules asked them to tell me to bring socks again
