Canary
Time. The television is broken so we just measure the mornings by routine checks. Get up for breakfast while they change the beds, have our temperatures taken. Have our blood pressure and pulse taken. We listen to the background noise and watch the birds or the white sky.
When I get out of hospital, I want a canary. I could watch a canary all day.
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- 2 December 2002 / 10:20 pm
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