Went into the Eye and Ear Hospital this morning to get my conjunctivitis sorted, as it underpins (or rather oversees) all my other ailment. I was still feeling lousy and not up to driving or going on train, so sister organised a 'car'. A huge shiny black BMW series 7, with window shades, rolled up. I felt like the Prime Minister, or at least the Mafia, travelling into town. I was also hoping the hospital was going to keep me, but but not to be and l was sent home with a new pile of pills and sprays in a far less solibrious model.