2 weeks ago, in Gloucester hospital, gowned up and ready for an operation on my right hand for
Dupuytren's Contracture (you can google that).
With my gown pulled down and cannulas inserted the pretty Anaethatist leaned over me and said
"You have lovely skin", then switched my lights out.
First-class service, no pain and four digestives plus buttered toast and a hot mug of tea afterwards.
why did he think you had lovely skin?