Strikingly, nobody on the ward yesterday was reading any books at all. Every bed was full, there is no television, no telephone, no cinema (ha,ha) and what's amazing is how many people just spend the day staring into space after a listless thumbing through of the Daily Mail. This does not augur well for sales of Take Off Your Party Dress. There is a sitting area next to the ward, so next trip I'm going to take some of the dozens of books I get sent as a reviewer each week, leave them around, and see what happens.
The woman next to me was suffering the usual repeated attempts to stick a needle into her veins; how do drug addicts do it??? And even my whizzy port was refusing access. Ordinarily you have to stick a needle into it, so you do endure that initial piercing, but then the drugs flow in safe and easy. Yesterday nothing was going in or out. Turns out, ports get blocked sometimes and need to be pierced twice, and then they work nice and smoothly. Again, how do drug addicts do it???
It is the eve of Rosh Hashana here in Hendon, there is a burst water main right in the centre of what we laughingly call our main road - junction of two schools, three synagogues - the bakeries have no water, and are having water delivered, on one of the biggest challa consuming weekends of the year, the traffic is not moving, but tonight there will be apples and honey for all.