My days are becoming increasingly structured around the comings and goings of a busy hospital ward…
Making the all important selections from the menu.
Looking forward to the tasty, but slightly non-descript soup… Green Pea, Broth, Lentil, all bearing remarkable similarities to their culinary relatives. Hearty and wholesome.
After lunch, a snooze.
It’s lovely to have visitors, but nothing quite beats the peace on the ward when visiting hours are finished.
The quiet anticipation of the tea round… a lovely cuppa!
I’ve managed to resist the biscuits… another step towards the slippery slope.
Everything runs like clockwork. The faces change (and the quality of the tea!), but the routine remains the same.
Safe. Comfortable. Normal.