his colleagues work.

4th November

        Different room, changed yesterday. One man with infected

hand. And one man with a glass injury. One right, one left.

And one man with a mysterious fainting attack, delivered in

at midnight, complaining of poor service.

        Morning time, up at seven. To ad a loo, antibiotics every where.

And back to that super c1ean ospital bed

snores of the midnight man and the right hand man. He

has pain, the right hand man does. The other one gets up,

gets dressed, makes his bed. Short and heavy.

Ready to complain. The quiet man with the sore right hand,

infected by mysterious means, the sinew injured sits and waits, no complaints. He told his story of long ago, seventy years ago a fugitive... When a mechanic.

Now a pensioner.

Breakfast, a roll, a slice of bread, butter and an egg.

Coffee in plenty, two cups.

Insistence on the part of the nurse delivering the food that she peels the egg, the egg placed naked in the egg cup.

To save the mess the eggs are hard boiled, but for show they are presented like the more traditional soft boiled

Eat sitting perched on the side of the bed before the extendable bedside cabinet. Watch the heavy man dive upon his breakfast, with loud and effuse due praise for the chef. A small businessman with a small firm setting prefabricated houses.

The plates are cleared and a nurse comes in to read all of the blood pressure. Little machines attached to the wrist with Velcro. Blood pressure reading and pulse taking robots..

A probe pushed into the ear reads temperature. So much for that. assistant Physiotherapist's,, starts moving the damaged hand.

And explanations why. Nice person.

Physiotherapist arrives, looks at the custom arm splint,

and describes it as shoddy work. He then explains that his information is qualified, as he is an orthopaedic  mechanic himself. He has a workshop too.

Perhaps a conflict of interest is clouding his judgement
oF

his colleagues work.