Satire

No time has always been an excuse for no desire. Yes. No desire. No desire to get upset. There are more important things to do.

My ears are almost deaf. At least now I don't have to put up with my carers constantly phoning Mummy.

The nurse who, despite photographs of evidence, cannot be convinced that tightly stretched ligaments cause pain.

"The new one" who was left by me before she even really started working here. Which is not to say I didn't give her the chance.