Lynne visited at least twice per day but had limited access and engraciated herself to staff and patients by supplying samples of her lemon drizzle cakes.
Towards the end of my stay we endured major windswept snowstorms,resulting in a wonderful view, snowdrifts and fears of being isolated . Lynne,with our4x4 car ,had no problem getting to and from Glenfield,(only five minutes away),but across the country roads,trains and airports ground to a halt in the inevitably English way.
I was eventually allowed home for the last weekend,assisted by the fact my room had been given away without my knowledge due to yet another radiator malfunction. On my return my wardrobe and other sparce furniture was full of someone else's clothes and personal effects, leading to utter panic amongst ward staff. I was allocated the room another patient had refused to stay in due to yet another radiator malfunction, chaos reigned until one of the consultants rode in on a magnificent white stallion and actually made a decision!
I returned home to allow the radiator issues to be resolved, the consultant promising to"sort the whole thing out" before calling me to return.
I spent a peaceful time at home being well cared for by Lynne, caught up on my lost sleep and watched the snow melt, which it did within four days, before it was decided I was safe to launch on the outside world once again and I was reconvened to" Guantanamo Bay" in a warm room all to myself
Over the next couple of days I retrieved what was left of my personal things, said my goodbyes to selected staff and patients and once again settled in at home, safe and well.and there I stayed for several weeks with no contact, which equally suited and frustrated me.
Eventually the NHS caught up with me and I was summoned back to "Guantanamo bay" where I settled back into boredom ,although this time in my own heated room.
Nothing of note occurred for several days and I was once again released