I was back at the Torture Chamber again today.

It started badly as I had to set my alarm for the unearthly hour of half nine to give myself time to wake up, have a mug of tea, have a pipe-full, drive up to Dublin, find a parking place [and a working parking meter] and find the right prefab. I got there on the stroke of eleven.

We had two lectures this morning. The first was How to Cope [my paraphrasing] which seemed a bit redundant as I have been coping for over a month now. The second was all about what to do if someone is having a heart attack. Again this seemed a bit odd, unless I was going to somehow carry out the procedure on myself?

Then into the Torture Chamber.

There were three nurses today. I have more than a sneaking suspicion that they did their work experience in Abu Graib, or Guantanamo. They didn’t exactly try waterboarding on us but I could see they were itching to try it out, for old time’s sake. Instead they did something to all the machines which made them a bugger to operate. Also they increased the time we were on the machines which didn’t help.

Anyways, I survived. Just about.

They are promising that things will be tougher on Friday.

I can’t wait.