There can be no pictures, but there are are advantages to being in this particular CCU. The hospital is one of those glass-slab-on-end buildings, and I am on the 7th floor. The view is to the east over the flat fenland fields, and just on the horizon I can see a streak of shiny water, which is the Wash.

This morning was fairly windy and the gulls were swirling round the building, playing with the eddies as the wind hit the building. There were plenty of pigeons too, doing that lovely manoeuvre as they lock their wings in an upward "v" and just swoop around. If I thought I was going to be here for very long, I would send home for my binoculars!

This afternoon we had the treat of looking down on a rainbow - we could see the place where it came down to earth so clearly that we were querying whether the hospital shop sold shovels: I volunteered to be the one who stood at the window and waved my hanky to direct the troops!

NHS

I am in hospital. In the bay next to mine there is a very old lady who is dying. Her family are here.

 One of the patients in the men's end is a guitarist. He is sitting in the corridor playing sentimental songs for her on an acoustic guitar, and I am crying.

This is medical care of an altogether extraordinary excellence.