At work, telly on in 'C' and 'D' bays, Hexworthy ward, Derriford Hospital. (before the days of 'patientline' tellys on each bed: we had an old 14" telly on a knackered bedside cabinet at the end of each bay).
Of course I had lots of sick patients to look after too, but we had the telly on all afternoon just watching it all unfold as I went from bed to bed. Perhaps unsuprisingly, the patients were a little bit more stoic and err, 'patient' in their own illnesses that day. It's ten years now but if you'd asked me five years ago I could have named all twelve old folk I looked after that day (very high turnover of patients usually). I remember all sorts of more trivial/mundane details about the day, what i had in my sandwich, where in the staff car park i was parked and so on: like your own wedding day or something...
One of the many odd things I remember thinking was "thank goodness no-one on our ward died today" (typically we lost three or four a week) because having seen all those people lose their lives at once on live telly, I don't know how we (and I include the other patients too) would have coped.
