Spent a week in Homerton hospital after breaking my ankle in half. Thanks to the nurses who gave me the liquid morphine. No, thanks to the people who are in charge of running schedules / attending to alarms which go off constantly 24 hours a day / looking after the crazy old men who wake up screaming in the middle of the night ripping out their catheters.

Being on crutches for 8 weeks minimum is gonna be awful. I’m sure it’s payback for something bad I did. Oh well.