Street art

To explore the womb, or tomb, or dreams; all these are usual
Pastimes and drugs, and features of the press:
And always will be, some of them especially
When there is distress of nations and perplexity
Whether on the shores of Asia, or in the Edgware Road.
Men's curiosity searches past and future
And clings to that dimension.

Another early morning walk to St Mary’s. Mum has had a bad night in her new room - not because of her illness, but due to two false fire alarms. It seems to be so common in this building as to be unremarkable.

At the flat, there’s a meeting with the accountant and we start thinking about an ACCU pre-conference workshop. There’s food in the fridge for lunch and then I move into tidy up mode.

I’m back at St Mary’s mid-afternoon. A registrar came round this morning and said that she was satisfied the bleed was caused by the ulcers, but the consultant will confirm and while I’m visiting he does come round. If mum’s obs remain stable overnight, she’ll be discharged tomorrow. There’ll be pills to take and a return visit in 8 weeks for an internal inspection. Good news, I hope.

Jon and I take the train to Bristol. He’s on his way to Taunton and I’ve got two days’ consulting here. Gáspár is also in town, for a conference, so we have dinner and then go our separate ways.

In my Totterdown AirBnb, I just want to go to sleep. I iron my shirts, and then give in.