In the end, Brett once again saves the day by offering to bring me some food in, and he doesn't object to my asking for a McDonalds hamburger, in spite of his vegetarianism.
Whilst he's gone, Jane helps me along to the facilities so I can shower and freshen up - though I think I might just die from embarrassment when Brett returns and finds me in my tatty old Miffy the Rabbit dressing gown, which Jane conveniently thought to pack when they made the journey up.
But this is the least of my problems, especially as now we're alone, Jane ceases the opportunity to fill me in on what I've missed in my absence.
To say ignorance is bliss, is a bit of an understatement, and I listen with increasing trepidation as she tells me of how my dad had initially blamed Brett for my health taking a nose-
