Edward came in a couple of days ago. He’s effectively been paralyzed. He has cancer of the veins or something, and it’s spread to his skeleton. Edward doesn’t stay in bed all day though. He is quite energetic considering. He takes his dinner in the lounge in his wheel chair. I tried it but I got the wrong dinner today. Fish pie wasn’t soft enough.
The last of the tulips.
This is a sociable ward
All That Jazz 