I’m sorry that your first view of Cane Hill’s interior was the junk room, but there
was some interesting junk lying about.
In fact, the kitchen sink was propped up in one corner.
Palettes, bits of wood, old furniture, scales, drums of hazardous chemicals - it was all here in excess.
I could’ve spent all day sifting through the Cane Hill car-boot sale, scoring some wonderful chemical burns
in the process, but we had the entire hospital waiting.
Now, looking back at this photo, I realized that we didn’t check out the picnic hamper. The chance of an
impromptu feast of tuck in the dentists was therefore missed.
