The following morning...it was cold, crisp and clear, with a watery red sun breaking over the gas works. Meanwhile , Clarkie on ward 12 was coming to terms with the newly inserted drain that he knew would become his saviour, but why did it feel like a telegraph pole had been placed in his butt. All it needed now was for the BT engineer to increase his broadband speed and all the discomfort would be worth it. The new contraption was keeping his temp's in the 36's and extremely low 37's. But was it too early to tell...