FW: Don't shrink from it

["Devine, James" <jdevine@xxxxxxx>]

["humor"]
 
 An Englishman is being shown around a Scottish hospital.
 At the end of the tour he is shown into a ward with a number of
patients  who show no signs of injury.  He goes to examine the first man
he sees, and the man proclaims  "Fair fa' yer honest sonsie face,  Great
chieftain o' the puddin' race!"

 The Englishman, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient, who
immediately launches into:  "Some hae meat, and canna eat, and some wad
eat that want it,  But we hae meat and we can eat, and sae the Lord be
thankit."  The next patient sits up and declaims:  "Wee sleekit cow'rin
tim'rous beastie,  O what a panic's in thy breastie!  Thou need na start
awa sae hasty, wi' bickering bl'attle. I wad be laith to run and chase thee,
  wi' murdering prattle."

 "Well" says the Englishman to his Scottish colleague "I see you saved
the psychiatric ward for the last". "No, no" the Scottish doctor
corrects him "This is the Serious Burns Unit"