Yes. Here we are. I have to type with one finger on the iPad and it’s tedious. I am indeed in hospital. Well spotted, Shandy. The cats are provided with expensive live-in care (Wafa). They will leave for  their various destinations on Saturday. Wafa will leave for her next assignment on Monday. I will have to stay here until they let me go, while my (even more expensive) accommodation at Cramond sits unused.

I have been poked and prodded, bled and scanned for several days now. They think I have an “atypical pneumonia”, and want to be sure it is responding to an atypical antibiotic before they let me go. I think I am ready for a respiratory ward. Also I have got a catheter and am receiving oxygen — I will have to be weaned of both. We are assuming the hip operation will be cancelled. From my present position, pinned down by tubes and wires,, my previous state is remembered with affection.

I am in an Assessment Ward. I am now the longest-serving inhabitant by some measure. It has been fun working out other people’s diagnoses. We have got an alcoholic who drinks about what I do per day, if she is to be believed, but I know that doctors regularly calculate a fixed proportion in addition. We have also had a fascinating late-middle-aged anorexic,not far from death I would say.

Wordle:a straightforward one today. Threes for me and Ketki and Theo. We had all been provided with the  opening letter by our various starters.  The rest got stuck in a Wordle special with too many possibilities. No fours. Fives for all the others (Thomas, Alexander, Rachel, Mark)

But the big excitement was KAZOO on Monday while I was being taken into hospital. I could never have got it. The perfect day.