I don’t know what relationship other staffers at Arklay Memorial have with Deputy Porkins, but he is driving me crazy.  He took my last pen with which I do my reports.  He just took it. Petty theft is not the end of the… okay it is the end of the world.  What is wrong with that man. I am sitting there trying to record the number ill with the stomach bug and the amount of the two antibiotics being prescribed that are dwindling daily and his idea of fun is to pocket my pen. Really?  Why I just… Okay I didn’t do anything, but mark my words, one day that bad bad man will pay.  I don’t know how, and I don’t know when, but one day he will be injured,and you know what? I am not changing out his bed pan. That’s all I have to say to that.