Sarah’s quilt

Sarah came round for lunch yesterday. I made a pie. We ate the pie. We went for a breezy walk. . . . and Sarah had a suprise . . . . . no, Bruce, it’s not for you . . . . . . a quilt! For me! Sarah began making this lovely thing…

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correspondence

These are my pinboards at the Astley Ainsley Hospital, covered with the wonderful cards and messages you sent. Being in hospital is a difficult business. For me, the dissociating effect of being a patient in an institution was compounded by the fact that I was inhabiting a body which did not seem to be mine…

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