Without a clock there is no way of knowing the time when one wakes in a hospital bed with darkness at the window. The night nurses come in from time to time to monitor BP and heart rate and temperature. My night angels. I read under low lighting and finished a book. This morning, as if by magic as I don’t remember asking for a paper, the Saturday Guardian arrived. Bliss. Visits from the physio and then various friends and family including a special little girl. I ache and can’t imagine I will ever walk normally again much less run and jump, but the physio says I am doing fine and I really want to believe him.