So then – not only does H have a cracking bout of man flu, but his mega knee operation is looming all too close – goes in tomorrow morning for a good slice & dice.
Still not sure if he's having the smaller 'tidy it up and think about what comes next' op, or the full on '6 hours of chopping and mending, taking a muscle from his thigh etc etc nasty monty'. My turn to sit at his bedside in sunny Parkside (snow permitting) – good job there is a small bit (I wish) of wedding planning to keep me busy as I wait within the lilac walls. Suspect the first words he'll hear upon waking up post-op will be 'you're behind on sorting out the bar!'
So if anyone's passing Chateua Stroud in the next 2 weeks we are quite likely to be at home – H resplendent with his knee up on the sofa and me running round like a blue arsed fly (nothing different there then).
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Oh – and for anyone who hasn't yet bought their Xmas presents – be careful, it's a jungle out there…
Scotty x