J and I by bus to the new hospital to see Jane. A young Sikh man (student?) is also looking for the hospital. Fortunately for him we can point the way from the bus stop, because the hospital, though several storeys tall, is not visible behind the overgrown greenery, some of which J acquires for Christmas decoration. Genuinely in need of trimming anyway, and only bordering the muddy, overcrowded hospital parking lot. Jane up as far as a chair, but rather down re lack of progress. Meet Catherine, also visiting. She's well versed in the ways of the hospital, having spent time here with a broken back, and brings bottles of water and wipes. Home on a bus that hurtles through a red light, the woman driving continuing to talk non-stop in a high pitched rapid fire staccato. Bill over later, after his visit with Jane, to have spaghetti with us.
