It’s winter here in Switzerland. The snow so white and pristine, the hospital ward magnolia and clean. The church-bells sing through my eiderdown, the silken sheets on my skin. The life I leave insufferable and grim. Starlight shines over chimney pots in a chocolate box scene in my head. The wires and machines sit unfussily around the broken down limbs in my bed. In my bed. Hopeful, dear, make me comfortable. Clasp my claw hammer fist. Look outside at the freezing air, see its cold and clear and crisp. I don’t want to die here. I’m an English man! I’m an English man! Let me go, let me go, let me stay! I’m an English man! I’m an English man! Let me go, let me go, let me stay! I’m an English man in these corridors. I’m an English man in these bays.