The paramedics came out to me last weekend. Stayed in hospital over night Sunday to Monday. It was almost pneumonia...bronchitis and a flu virus combined. I made my peace with the world and packed my bags for the great voyage out of here. They sent me home on Monday teatime after much prodding and probing...and hours of being completely ignored. Apparently there's something 'going about'. Worst Easter I've ever had, I tell you. Hallucinated...Dr Rowan Williams was seated at the end of my bed trying to make me sign to the 'League of Yorkshire Blacksmiths'...I vehemently and quite angrily declined ...don't ask!