I was in and out of hospital for over three years. We were married while I was still a full time patient. Some of our honeymoon luggage was filled with surgical dressings. The first year of Art School was shared with the hospital. In order to maintain sanity, arts and crafts occupied most of the time as patient. One day the Administrator inspected our ward and tripped over an easel but fortunately the loom broke his fall. At the time I was making paper flowers for Poppy Day (Armistice), oil painting portraits of the nurses, home movie editing, weaving, making woold toys and leather wallets. I had a projector and screen to show cartoons to entertain us in the evenings. They restricted me to three activities at a time but gave me a utility closet for the rest.