In my head I wasn't visiting M-i-l; I was treating a seriously ill patient who desperately needed my life-saving skills. Like House I was the only physician who could work out what was wrong and what was needed.
It's a good job no-one knows what goes on in my head sometimes.
The only problem arose when the nurse came to give some intravenous antibiotics and the little thing plugged in M-i-l's arm started to drip blood. Knowing my tendency to faint at the sight - or even thought - of blood, Husband came and sat next to me and whispered out of the side of his mouth, 'Are you coping?'
'Is it hot in here or is it me?'
'Why don't you go and see if you can get a newspaper?'
'I'll do that, yes, that's a good idea.'
I don't suppose that sort of thing happens to House.