I thought Miss C was gonna be the nurse .........
It's all gone tits up this week 
My tits unfortunately have not gone up, neither are they likely to at my age, not without some serious metal work in the silk anyway.
I think there may be money to be made in this drinks drugs mix thing Snoops get your thinking cap on when I get out of here you and I could be millionaires.
Top tip don't get ill at the end of the week every one who could be of any help on the escape plan buggers off for the weekend. My suggestion that I too could bugger off and return on Monday were greeted with snorts of derision.
This ward is apparently built over the boiler rooms my pores have never been so open or cleansed the only up side of this is that the noise of the antiquated air conditioning unit drowns out the noise of the death rattles of the two other incumbents. There is a poem entitled, I think When I grow old and it mentions wearing purple. When I grow old I will wear elastic round my thighs so that my legs don't drop open when I am sitting.
Well, the lights have been turned off I write this by candle light and there is not much lead left in my pencil.
Tomorrow is another day and so thank you foy all your best wishes and with luck and a good signal I will be back to bother you tomorrow. I will make plans for finding a spare matrons uniform so that we can carry on filming.....Did you see what I did there?
