More years ago than I care to remember, I came home from school to a family crisis. My grandmother's sister Connie had been hit by a car on Waterloo Bridge in the early hours of the morning while returning from her cleaning job. She was, we were told, in a very bad way having suffered a severe head injury.In the days, weeks and months that followed we prayed that she would survive, that in time she would be back with us, exactly as we knew her. It never happened.At some point, I don't remember when, she was released from St Thomas's, the London hospital that had been caring for her since the accident, and sent to an infamous psychiatric hospital in Surrey.We visited but she was not the...
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