Yesterday was a social whirl. Our hosts laid on superb nosh, lots of different tastes and textures, just what I like. Then we had a long and entertaining chat with the charge nurse, an ex squaddie with a heart of gold. During the conversation it emerged that he takes bliss pills too.
I've taken a sickie today, which means I'm excused hospital duties.
Stuck in the room today, I stayed in bed and watched daytime TV, and drank the cider I meant to take yesterday. A hangover at 3 in the afternoon is no help at all.
Looks like the planes might be flying again by the time we're supposed to attend the PPP assembly. A mixed blessing. I suppose everything has to balance up.