As it happens, I can’t remember very much at all about last night. I was totally out of everything. There is some stuff on the dictaphone too and it’s certainly one of the strangest things that I’ve ever dictated. One of my failures was a failure of politeness and whoever was in charge of issuing the politeness had failed to endorse me so I’d fallen down on that, which meant that the Controle Technique<\/em> on the van had failed as well and I didn’t know what I was going to do about it. I pretended to ignore it and went out anyway one day. I was in the van looking for this Minister of Politeness and went past the Police Station. A police car pulled out from the side of the road to perform a U-turn but stopped to let me go past. I stopped to let him pull out because I thought that I’d rather have him where I could see him in front of me and know what he’s up to. He drifted off with his superior and they went off to look for something else. A few other people had gone to look for this Minister of Politeness which left me there without my certificate and I was going to be in quite a few problems<\/p>\n When the alarm went off I staggered off for the medication and then for a wash and brush up to look pretty for when she arrives. Not to mention setting out the room as she likes So she came, she saw and she complained. Off I went to bed like a rather naughty child and tucked myself in.<\/p>\n One thing that I did do was to tell my cleaner that I was tucked up in bed. I sent her a message. She pops in every now and again to drop off something and I didn’t want to frighten her.<\/p>\n Actually, she stuck her head into the bedroom later on to see how I was doing and if I needed anything, which was nice of her. She told me later that the sight of me frightened her to death – by which of course she means about how ill I looked. I usually frighten people to death every day for other reasons.<\/p>\n The nurse rang me and told me that she’d seen the doctor’s secretary and he’d be here after his morning surgery closed, which was fair enough.<\/p>\n Sure enough, at about 13:00 he turned up, and he was horrified by my sight too. He gave me a good going-over and then recommended the hospital.<\/p>\n Once I’d agreed (there’s no point having his advice and not taking it) he called the taxi company that handles my affairs and they said that they’d be here in an hour.<\/p>\n Just enough time to sort out my papers and pack a bag (which I didn’t take because I didn’t know if I’d be staying) and then Antoine from the taxi company took me to the Hospital’s Emergency Department.<\/p>\n Having been categorised by an Emergency doctor as “non-urgent” by which they mean “not about to die” judging by the state of some of the others, and having been given a blood test I was put on a bed in the corridor to wait my turn. <\/p>\n There was soup and coffee being passed down the line (not like at Riom where Liz had to run out and purchase supplies) but it didn’t reach me and I was in no mood to ask. And when I’m off my food, you know that here’s something wrong.<\/p>\n There was plenty of time to observe the goings-on and I was glad that I’ve not been arrested. The French Gendarmes<\/em> don’t mess about asking people to “come quietly”. There were at least two detenus<\/em> brought into Emergency in handcuffs for a check-over after helping the Gendarmes<\/em> with their enquiries. <\/p>\n They didn’t actually get round to me that night and I was pushed, bed and all, into an empty office where I was left alone in the dark with the occasional visitor to check on me.<\/p>\n As for me, I felt like death and I could feel that I was going to be worse.<\/p>\n But my faithful cleaner sent me a lovely message – "Courage! The whole building chez nous is with you!"<\/strong><\/em>
\n… "setting out the room as she likes?" – ed<\/em> …
\nDidn’t I just tell you not to mention that?<\/p>\n
\nTo which I thought "Blimey! It must be a pretty big bed"<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n
