A young woman approaches me with a greeting, a sort of high five gesture, as I walk up Mount Pleasant. Do I know her? I don't think I do. Panic. Is she someone I should know. Then relief. I sense someone coming up behind me, who is ready, able and willing to respond.
In the ward a nurse wants to know what dearest and dearest (intended this time) requires to eat. She thinks that there is nothing that she is allowed to eat for the next day or so. "There is," says another nurse: "soup, jelly and ice cream." All at the same time?" says the dude in attendance (ie me). "If that rocks your boat," says the nurse.