A HEARTTHROB AND COOL KID

Earlier this week, my school friend David flew from Canada to visit me in hospital for four days. Staying in central Rome, he took the bus out to the hospital, and sat with me through the lunch that Isabella brings me every day. David pushed me around the small garden while we discussed anything that came into our minds, from our childhood, to our parents, to our children, and to ageing and my situation here in the hospital.

 As I said in my last blog, despite the constant and devoted companionship of Isabella, I need plenty of company at the present time. Being here has become more difficult as I feel more isolated from the general world, and more desperate to escape.