10 Forsythia Grove
CORSETTSHIRE ZY6 4GT
I have just returned from my second visit to the Crow's Nest residential care home dear. I do think Marian must have visited - and attempted to improve the arrangement of Pom-Pom's room - because the floor-laid electrical cables had disappeared and it was possible to sit by the bed. Pom-Pom, however, was installed in the giant armchair by the window. He appeared to be virtually unconscious. When I enquired about his condition, I was informed that he'd just been returned by ambulance transport, from No Return District Hospital, where he'd had his long-term catheter replaced subsequent to developing a bladder infection. I am not in the least surprised that he had developed an infection as, to the best of my knowledge, the catheter had not been replaced since the date of its first installation many months ago!
I was horrified pet, that any human being should be put to sit in an armchair when they were hovering on the borders of consciousness - and indeed death. It was impossible to have a conversation with Pom-Pom, whose heavy limbs loaded the seat in what appeared to be a state of near paralysis. All I could do was sit by his side, patting his hand, and weeping for his long suffering at the hands of the UK care system. I did not stay long. I merely stumbled from the premises - through the long lonely corridors and unpopulated staircases - and got back into the Banger 0.9L. Although we covered a mile or so, it wasn't long before I actually had to stop in a layby where I must have sat - in a numbed state of shock - for quite some minutes before I felt able to continue on my way back to Forsythia Grove.
And when I got to Forsythia Grove I sat for even longer in my own armchair before recovering sufficient motive force to have even a nip of gin.