NO more relationships with 'girls next door'!; - after TWO in the 'Priory Street Posse'!

advice off the Web) to lie down for a while; feet higher than my
heart! All of these seemed to help, so I thanked her profusely.
On the previously planned out Saturday Julie drove over in my
car, which I still could not use on section 3, and donated some
money for me to buy a pipe. It was raining, so we went home
for three hours and I spent some time with her and the cat. I
went to her flat on the bus the next day, my actual birthday,
Sunday, and she served up a lovely chicken roast – beating
hospital food hands down! She gave me a lift back, and
reappeared yet again the next day, the Monday, for six hours
walking and snapping each other in the park and around the
Abbey with my camera. We had a drink in the Fighting Cocks
pub at the lakes, a light salad up town, and prawns on skewers,
another light meal, at the Three Horseshoes pub just outside St
Albans, having popped home in the car. Wednesday morning
saw my transfer back to Mymms ward, with ward manager
Maggie taking me in her space wagon. It was timed so I
arrived for the ward round there, where Dr Roberts was
obviously pleased I was back after eight weeks, and
immediately carried on my six hours a day of leave!
How the three (probably representative) Psychiatric
Wards I stayed in during 2008 responded to the
requirements of the Smoking in Public Places Act 2006
that all communal smoking rooms close by 1 st July 2008
in all Psychiatric Units (and prisons, I don’t know?)
Mymms Ward, QE2 Hopital, Welwyn Garden City initially
on my admission on 2 nd November had a wild, unpoliced lack of
policy, left largely to the arbitrary ‘discretion’ of Nursing Staff –
and whether they were vehement anti-smokers personally – or
more tolerant. Until myself and apparently several other more
well so more coherent patients kept commenting and
complaining to the Matron, as a result the smoking rooms on
the four wards were apparently opening and being locked at
random times. This all stopped in December, and the smoking
rooms were kept open at all reasonable times, once the Matron
secured a budget for an ancient plan – to have the hideously
barren concrete patio behind the Unit dug up and replaced by
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