Quite a lot happened since last Thursday.
By the evening things had quietened a bit and I even managed to tap out a scribble on my mobile phone, as some may have realised.
Then Friday morning arrived and I was unceremoniously fucked into the back of another ambulance and driven over to St Vincent’s. I don’t know why but presumably someone somewhere had some kind of bureaucratic justification?
The first thing I discovered was that the WiFi was worse than crap. I actually would have preferred no WiFi as at least then my hopes wouldn’t have been raised. This discovery was further compounded by the crap food.
We actually got quite a decent menu for our meals. The only problem was that the promise failed to deliver. For a start, every item was ‘healthy’ which basically meant tasteless. Salt was treated like arsenic and never graced the tray. Beverages were frankly a miracle. I would have declared that it is impossible to utterly and consistently destroy a cup of tea, but they managed without fail. Their efforts produced a sort of tepid liquid of indeterminate flavour. I had to grovel just for a sachet of sugar.
I ended up with a simple formula – I simply chose items they couldn’t possibly destroy but even then they managed to surprise me.
There is a malicious rumour doing the rounds that I am being released tomorrow. So I snuggled down for my last night of captivity. Then for no reason whatsoever they decided to move me again in the dead of night . They moved my bed and all my belongings to another ‘ward’. All I can guess about this ward is that it has no lights, doors or curtains and that it is heavily populated with the most atrocious snorers. Is it some kind of limbo? I’m typing this now just to attempt to hold on to my last vestige of sanity.
There is someone or something moving around the back of the room in the dark.