Wed 11 Feb - Day 371
Martin has been offered a flat to move into which he is due to view with the social worker here today. He was offered it three weeks ago but there was no one free to view it with him.
Then at lunch he is informed that the landlord will be taking a deposit from someone else this afternoon - he's lost the property. He takes it well but after lunch leaves the unit.
After five hours he has not returned. The ward manager must go off duty soon but leaves her mobile number if the staff need her. She also contacts main hospital reception so they can ring up to the unit as soon as he arrives back on the grounds to forwarn. The unit is braced.
I wonder whether its best to seek refuge off the ward in the computer room, but thereagain that was the scene of our last encounter...instead I arm myself with body spray and a comb.
Martin returns at 9pm. He is sober, balanced, joking with the staff but saddened by the loss of his flat. He used the hours of his absence to find the best resturant in town and have the best meal he could afford.
Posted by poetry/ricepaperalchemist
at 7:51 PM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 24 February 2004 4:11 PM GMT
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