Thanks everyone. I’m off the Cardiac Care ward and in a single room on a standard cardiac ward, as my progress is deemed to be satisfactory. Should be going home tomorrow.

I thought, “Lovely, a single room where I can get some peace.” The guy in the next bed to me upstairs was a 60 year old ex plasterer who’d become allergic to plaster and who had an attack at 3am on Friday. He thought it was indigestion, as a lot of people do, but it got so bad he called for an ambulance. He had stents fitted shortly after being admitted, but had complications and was hitched up to a machine to help his heart pump blood. This meant he was flat on his back and not allowed to move at all. I felt sorry for him until he started calling, or being called by a stream of friends and family, to whom he talked bullshit and clearly had no idea what treatment he’d had. He told all of them, and the nurses, that the most exciting thing was being in an ambulance “with the dee daws going.” BUT it was driven by a WOMAN.

Unfortunately, a few minutes after I was moved I could hear the faint strains of music coming from a vending or fruit machine. The same 12 notes, with canned clapping, playing continuously, for three hours so far. I’ve a good mind to call the cops and complain about noise nuisance.