Im jealous, the hospital I went to serves soggy veg and mashed potato with everything. On day 3 I was in a bit of a bad mood (underexaggeration of the century) and my mum had to sush me as I declared I would throw mashed potato in the face of the next person who tried to give it to me. My mum was afraid that next visiting hours shed come in to find me surrounded by mashed potato in every wall