I saw both John and Andy today in hospital and they’re both looking loads better. Each has their own room, with a bathroom, with charming staff who pop in to make sure there are enough clean towels and that sort of thing. John’s radio didn’t work very well, and by the time one was found that did, three different people, including the top brass, had been onto the case. The hospital does have voluntary support, but is still largely funded by the NHS – mind you, the government tried to close it down about ten years ago, in the interests of “efficiency” and it was only a concerted local effort, which included pressure from the doctors’ surgery, that saved it. There would be even more of a problem with “bed-blockers’ as those who aren’t fit to return home but can’t find interim care are insultingly named, if such places had all closed.
Other than that, not a lot. I’ve brought my paperwork up to date and paid bills. I got up extremely late, having slept on and off until 11 o’clock this morning. I’ve not slept well since the nights turned mild a few weeks ago and it finally caught up with me yesterday, when I really didn’t feel too sharp.
Tomorrow, I’m going to a coffee morning. I haven’t been to one of those for years, I hardly knew they still existed. I think there’s a bring and buy stall too. I have no idea what to take. Should I make cake?