“‘It doesn’t seem like five years.’ ‘It does to me,’ I say, ‘every minute of it.’ I am lying on a trolley in a cubicle in the endoscopy unit of the London Clinic. With my gut scoured clean and awaiting scrutiny and naked except for a hospital gown, I am beginning to look forward to the Valium. The nurse goes out, pulling the curtains closed. Condemned cells have no door, I reflect, just a tastefully patterned curtain and a locker for your valuables. Actually the curtains have changed since I... was last here. Then they were a cheerful flowered print, Laura Ashley perhaps; now, it’s a rather sombre design of African violets in blue and grey. Five years ago I glanced at the fabric as I was taken out, thinking that when I was wheeled back after the colonoscopy I would see this same pattern again but by then I would be in the clear and it would all be over and done with, though why it should have been the soft furnishings I fixed on I can’t think; tasteful unto death perhaps.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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