After about 20 years of suffering, Mr Hawkes finally took the brave step yesterday and had his Farmers removed. Yes – Farmers. As in Farmer Giles…. are you there yet?
Indeed – the Hawkes house is now piles-free. And no, he won't mind me sharing this fact as he's gone from being rather shy about his posterior giblets to sending photos of them on WhatsApp to the boys. Delightful!
Funny bit aside, it is actually a pretty nasty op – the consultant was trying to do himself out of a job by saying he rarely does it these days. Only in particularly impressive cases, which brought out our competitive spirit and he was signed up on the spot.
And quite weird as he was back after 2 hours fron theatre and allowed to go home 4 hours later. The consultant also cheerfully said 'oh we used to keep people in for a week' – begging the thought 'isn't 4 hours kind of drastically shorter than a week?' But hey ho, the boy is home and we'll see how he goes.
So looks like a fortnight of recovery – maybe up to 6 weeks depending how it goes – which isn't entirely handy as we are due to go to the French Open, leaving a week today. So here's hoping he is one of the people who get over it quickly or we may be packing Le Rubber Ring for the Eurostar…
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