Morning Glory

Not sure whether it's Fear, Foreboding or Fate, but every time I see the smoking chimney of a hospital complex a shiver judders down my spine and visions of roasting body parts flash through my mind. Especially at 6am in the morning, which is when I threw open my hotel curtain to grab a shot of the beautiful morning sky and see the gleaming smokestack of Belfast City Hospital. My short-lived joie de vivre is replaced by an urge to climb back into bed and pull the covers back over my head. Just another nightmare . . .