Staples

Back from the clinic in Mougins, where I spent Xmas in what I discovered was intensive care. I swapped some innards for a temporary catheter, whilst waiting for the plumbing to become watertight. Next visit to Mougins, for a couple of days' stay, will be in a fortnight. I have got used to the journey, though not as much as the BH, who has done two round trips a day for quite a while now.

My tummy is now graced with about thirty something staples between belly button and the dangly bits, exactly like those for paper. They come out on Monday, using a special tool, so I will be able to pass through an airport metal detector again.