I was walking round the hospital last night and heard a patient say: "Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie, O what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, wi' bickering brattle. I wad be laith to run and chase thee, wi' murdering prattle!" 'What's that?' I asked. 'The serious Burns unit,' said the doctor