Happy New Year everyone. I’m writing this on my iPhone, from my bed at Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother hospital in Margate, where I’m beginning to go a little mad, and I haven’t been here 24 hours yet!
I’ve got a cellulitis attack in my leg, which buggered New Year right up. Pip thinks it was probably triggered by visiting TK Maxx.
I’m on Cheerful Cockerney Sparrows ward, which turns out to be the worst place to try to sleep in the whole of Kent. Ever spent a night next to a man yelling Bert every 30 seconds?
