My attractive leg has stabilised a little now, and has even started to get better – not that you’d say so if you saw it.
Because people are back at work today, I was able to make some phone calls and get a bed at the London Bridge Hospital. Which is a hospital near our house in London, rather than a hospital for bridges. Once we eventually got a transfer letter out if my consultant in Margate, Pip drove me (foot on dashboard) up to (and, oops, into the side of) the hospital and I know sit in a private room with a minibar, room service and wifi. I will miss the old codgers tonight, well a bit, for a while.
How about some closeups showing the attractive black colour I now sport?
My Mum thinks I’d make good crackling.
