The Zombie Files, 3

 

I took my husband for a hurtle today.  A very small, careful hurtle.  Got a phone call from the ward shortly after noon saying brightly, bring Peter some day clothes and take him for a walk.  So I did.  Mind you, we had to walk around the auxiliary car park because there wasn't anywhere else.  Part of the Gormenghastiness of Gormenghast Hospital is the way there is no clear space, but the building has not been done in any sane, justified manner—more like they've tried to stuff all the donut ...