I took J into the hospital this afternoon to see the dynamic duo of the Danish health care system.
Both of the inmates were happy to see us and DK has picked up a great deal since yesterday and had apparently eaten 5 ice-pop things during the afternoon whilst MK's mum was there. Whistl DK is improving, MK is rather tired and was obviously sad to see J for such a short time and then say goodbye to him again.
Unfortunately it is all a bit late in the week and late in the day for J who was rather tired so he wasn't at his best. We didn't stay too long, but we will go back tomorrow on the train for some added excitement. On the way home J decided that he was too hungry to get home without starving to death so I decided to try out McDonalds for the first time in a very very long time. Suffice to say that J will not be asking to go back and I am pretty much certain that I will never eat another McDonalds again as long as I live.