Sunday 16th August
12:00pm, Eastbourne District General Hospital
Sven has been hurt in some freak car accident involving sardines. He is screaming in svenish. "Åh helvete mina ben ont som blodiga galen! Ingen kan förstå vad jag säger men så jag måste skriva ut det till dem! Aj! Smärtan är obeskrivlig! Vart är Rosie? Jag vill se henne nu!" We haven't got a bloody clue what he's saying! RoRo has gone to sleep, and she is our only chance of slightly understanding him... Unless we import a translator who can speak svenish all the way from Sven-a-gogo-land. The doctor has decided to put him through an x-ray machine thingy which will say whats wrong with him.
3:00pm, Same evilly clean place
RoRo woke up. The doctor said that Sven has a 50% chance of surviving his many operations he's gotta have. When she heard this she just started crying again and she had to be taken outside cos she was so noisy. Christ i'm hungry! I haven't had anything to eat since lunch yesterday! Davey took me to the canteen and bought me a tuna sandwich. Yum!
11:00pm, Same evilly clean place
RoRo has asked me if I'll stay the night and Dave can too. I don't think it will be vair comfy cos i have to go to boboland on a plastic chair but ho hum pigs' bum... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzz...