3 weeks in the UK

I hadn't realised I've been here now for nearly 3 weeks. One day runs into another and for me in the hospital time is measured by my mothers progress and nothing else. Sometimes it's dark when I leave, somethimes it is light. When I get back to my parents house I eat, sleep and recently I work. It doesn't really matter what the "real" time is, if am hungry I eat, if I am tired I sleep, if I am worried I work. Tescos is open forever. Someone is always on line to work with or for- California, UK, Taiwan, weekdays, weekends, someone is always up and I am working with them to do something that's really important.

The UK seems to be in the grip of an obsession with cookery shows and game shows. Perhaps there should be a game show where the contestants have to answer questions about what dishes which chefs made this week. Perhaps there already is such a show? Perhaps the chefs should answer questions about current events while they churn out another incredible dish that the customers will pay 50p for.