“What would you like to listen to?” The radiology nurse asks. If that’s what she is: this pretty girl in a white coat, mid-twenties, long sleek hair. “What is there?” I say. “It’s cold in here.” Cold air blows to keep the MRI machine at its optimum temperature. “Adele, Michael Buble or Beethoven,” she says. […]
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Lying in bed, reminiscing about my time with Seb earlier in the week. Ah I wish he was still here. Am plotting a trip to see him. Will book a hotel though: can’t stay with him just in case he is still sleeping on a reed mat on the floor, as in his monastery days. […]
