Saturday night and it’s like bloody Picadilly Circus. The mysterious man is having lots of attention. Alarms are bleeping, nurses in and out and hushed conversations. I fear the worst for him.
Sunday morning and we are up bright and early. No lie ins in hospital. Probably not healthy! Breakfast consists of porridge, cereals and toast. The porridge is made with milk (I make mine with water) but I manage to eat it.
The…