Saturday

Both the manager and the assistant manager are all solicitude and
concern. Interesting. Last night, I thought all I needed was a bit of
care, a metaphorical hug, some non-dispassionate, non medical
expression of support - from anyone. And, God knows, these guys are
giving it this morning. But it doesn't work. Peversely, I'm the one
who feels dispassionate as I watch and listen to them. They tell me
how they're new here, still learning the buildings, how the drainage
at the far end of the building (where my room is) is pretty bad, how
they are going to recommend non slip flooring. Idly, I wonder if this
broken wrist is going to fund my retirement; then I look at the pair
of them and know it's not. Nevertheless, I do wonder at the
disingenuous nature of this discussion!

Michael comes over. He's the wonderful taxi driver who took me to
hospital and waited for 4 hours to bring me back. Almost a friend!
Ridiculously, his coming over to say hello is hugely cheering -it's
a beautiful Caribbean day - wish I could go swimming!