"It's 3.21 a.m. and I'm pushing up daisies"
"You will be if you wake anybody else," the nurse replies.
I huddle up in my narrow plastic-sheeted bed.
A drugged stupor takes me to its far-away land.
It's 3.22 a.m., I find a 10p coin and ring my husband.
They're handing out E.C.T. and biscuits tomorrow.
A salty droplet falls from the end of my nose
As I take paparazzo photographs.
