Jolly Bed.

I still did not feel up to an adventurous cycle ride today and, since the weather was not what was promised, the bees were left in peace. Instead, we went to see Mrs Merlin; she was talking about driving again when  she gets home. Herself was not amused. Mrs; M. has not driven for the last five years, her new mobility car (paid for out of our taxes) has sat in the road all that time, apart from once a year when it goes in for servicing and a battery change; car batteries do not like not being used. She’s just had a stroke, she can’t see very well, can barely use her hands to feed herself and can’t get out of the house unaided. Oh, and she has agoraphobia. She must have been talking to the little people at the bottom of the garden again.
 
There are some interesting adornments on the  infirmary walls and I wonder how well the 108 year old bed that belongs to this plaque is standing up to the harsh realities of life (and death). There have been a number of interesting donors of beds commemorated in this corridor, including “The Cinematic Industries.”
 
I leave you with the interesting post-script that Mrs. M. is currently incarcerated in Ward 101, at least, she is until Tuesday when she comes home