Oh god ward life how could I have forgotten so quickly? Low points so far:
The Nazi serving supper in the playroom tells Rose (who has tottered out of bed for the first time in three days) that we didn't order anything so she can't have anything. Cheers for that.
The baby next to us is having his breathing monitored overnight and his machine alarms every five minutes all night. Not his fault, not his mother's fault but OH MY GOD.
The mother on the end (I need a whole separate blog just for her but no time) shouts 'do you want a fucking slap?' at her two year old in the night because he needs a wee.
Only parents are allowed by the bed (no bloody room for anyone else) and Simon is busy somewhere with Felix and 100 of his friends distracting him from Rose.
Every delicious food outlet in London is within a five minute sprint and I can't get to any of them because Rose has me on a leash about as long as her epidural tube. I am eating canteen sandwiches for breakfast, lunch and supper.
Aaaggghhh.......I want to go home.
