Note to self: when I heard the nurses gossiping that an old gent had asked to be moved from a single room onto the ward, I thought he was crazy. In fact, he got moved into our room, introduced himself straight away, and in retrospect, I think he had the right idea. Once the guy opposite who was either mentally disturbed, tripping on morphine, or both, got transferred (handily to the vacated single), it was far nicer to have some social contact on the ward than it would have been staring at the ceiling on your own.
