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My darling,
… Last night seemed to be damnably noisy. I don't think I can have been long getting off to sleep but I was awake enough to realize a new patient was very noisy; but this only accentuated my awareness of what a truly noisy hospital this is. Traffic is as far as I know quite incessant at this corner.1 I don't know why they give me pheno-barb but God knows I would need it to cope with the din. And the row inside seems as bad – steam escaping and what sounds like various forms of machinery grinding away. And it is extraordinary, as another patient remarked some time back, how often someone drops a metal bottle or bed pan with a terrible crash. At the moment (post-breakfast) the whole place is a chaos of Monday morning sweep-up, plus helicopter which has just arrived – this extraordinary mechanical polisher with its wonderful charlady driver. It's no good trying to think.
Later. My darling, Hunter – 2