Towards the back end of my last stay in hospital I was allowed to leave my private room; the latest MRSA test result had come back negative thus rendering me no longer contagious - I was free to slip anchor and get a few steps in (I'd been atrophying, no two ways about it). Walking the endless corridors I battled against doctors and nurses in their scrubs, consultants, registrars, (hundreds of) visitors, gurneys, wheelchairs and various other medical flotsam and jetsam as I made my way to a sunny walled courtyard next to the cafe where I drank real coffee and absorbed some real rays (Vitamin D is in short supply in hospital, can I just tell you.) I'd been there about 20 minutes, feeling better than I'd felt in a long time, when I looked up from my book and saw what I can only describe as an image that wouldn't be out of place on any number of mid to late 80s album sleeves; probably some obscure Hugh Cornwell Japanese import. Or a rare as hens teeth Depeche Mode bootleg. That's what I thought, anyway. Anyone else looking up might just have seen four chimneys.
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Whether or not I come back with #2 in the 'series' is, quite honestly, anyone's guess. Let's wait and see, shall we?
