CIRCUS CHAIR PARTS

Dear Loyal Reader,

I am back home, or at least, back in my home city. My actual home, the place where I spent most of my time before my accident, is still someway off. I hope to return there someday.

In the meantime, I will continue writing this blog, in the hope that it is useful to somebody. I kindly ask that if you have the means, it would mean a great deal if you could support my writing by becoming a paid subscriber, and keep this show on the road.

Your loving writer, Hanif.

XXX

We try to keep a rotation of visitors coming, from ten in the morning to nine at night, so that there is always somebody here with me. Isabella is here all day, but any visitor is welcome, since they provide distraction from my feeling of being trapped in this room in a busy west London hospital.

The ideal hospital visitor stays for at least one hour. And I like the self-absorbed ones, people who talk about themselves, bringing the outside world in. Since I can no longer bear to read the newspapers, watch television or listen to podcasts, other people are the only entertainment for me. Sometimes guests do voices and imitations – anything to stop me thinking about all that I have lost and whether I will get any of it back again.