out of the mouths of babes and mammys

Morning at the Chateau de Healy.
I'm quaffing coffee with the Lildebeest.
The conversation scintles.
"Someone told me they thought all my recent health stuff might have been a message from the almighty," sez I.
The Mammy enquires as to who might have been the origin of this sublime observation.
"You know Lisa in London. The one who runs the emergency response unit. She's all career, career, career. She said that a few months ago she was immobilised with back pain and had to have an operation. She concluded the pain had been the only way God could get her attention. That it was his way of telling her to slow down and think again about what's really important."
A speculative look comes into the Mammy's eyes.
"He can't have been telling you to slow down," she points out reasonably...